07-15-2020, 11:53 PM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — "How are you all doing?" was a surprisingly loaded question at the moment, even though it shouldn't have been. They were all finally beginning to recover from the meteor strike, and things felt... okay, he supposed. In the initial days after the meteor strike, and after Trevor's leaving, the reaver had been in a rather rotten mood, not emerging from his house and snapping at those who did enter – even Roxie, although she always had some sort of rebuttal waiting. He was doing better now though, and if there was one thing that his sister was right about, it was the fact that everyone had grown after the events of the meteor crashing into their seas. Although he wasn't sure he would ever truly be settled down and domestic – the call of thievery still ached in his bones, after all – he certainly felt a little more stable now. He was also a lot more focused on caring for those around him that really mattered, such as Roxie and his nieces and nephews. He could certainly call that growth, from when he had just been a rat bastard of a fugitive who only cared for himself and one other person in the world.
Looking over Salem, it suddenly occurred to him why the other had been absent for such a long time. From his words, it was obvious that he had been taken out of commission by the meteor strike, something that had been lost on the bobcat previously. Michael had sustained a concussion from the event, and had hardly been able to focus on much of anybody else before his skull went crashing into the sand, so he hadn't known the status of Salem, nor many others. At the very least, it seemed as though Keona had been making sure he was alright, which made Michael feel a bit less shitty for not checking in on the other male before now, even with their near nonexistent personal relationship. Shifting a bit, the reaver pawed at the sand beneath him before answering Salem's question, giving a noncommittal shrug, "Things have been alright. I think that we've all been trying to recover after what happened. Thankfully the buildings and everything are finally starting to look normal again." The rebuild efforts for the most important buildings had been quick, a fact that Michael found himself proud of. It was nice to see how much all of them could get done, when they were all focused and working together. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Looking over Salem, it suddenly occurred to him why the other had been absent for such a long time. From his words, it was obvious that he had been taken out of commission by the meteor strike, something that had been lost on the bobcat previously. Michael had sustained a concussion from the event, and had hardly been able to focus on much of anybody else before his skull went crashing into the sand, so he hadn't known the status of Salem, nor many others. At the very least, it seemed as though Keona had been making sure he was alright, which made Michael feel a bit less shitty for not checking in on the other male before now, even with their near nonexistent personal relationship. Shifting a bit, the reaver pawed at the sand beneath him before answering Salem's question, giving a noncommittal shrug, "Things have been alright. I think that we've all been trying to recover after what happened. Thankfully the buildings and everything are finally starting to look normal again." The rebuild efforts for the most important buildings had been quick, a fact that Michael found himself proud of. It was nice to see how much all of them could get done, when they were all focused and working together. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan