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[The video starts awkwardly, as if whoever is starting it isn't used to using the communicator device. Perhaps for some that might have a very clear reason behind if if they recognize a few details. First of these was that the room the video was being shot in was clearly the Restoration Committee building, also known as the large room for organization that one Reeve Tuesti had set up for rebuilding and improvement plans. Second of these was the fact that there was clearly one Mister Reeve Tuesti sitting on a less than comfortable looking stool facing a table with a surface tilted some thirty to forty degrees up from horizontal, hands moving with a ruler and pencil as his voice mumbled indistinctly to himself and he drew lines on it. And, thirdly, there was the fact that the video was clearly shot from only a few feet above the floor, as opposed to a height that would make sense for anyone that lived here save perhaps the droids and the actual culprit: Mini-C.

The video of Reeve continues for a moment before turning away to face the feline's face as he turns and walks away, a door soon closing behind him and leaving him standing with the communicator camera pointed at himself, still recording, while he sat just inside Reeve's room.]

D'ye ken wha tha was? One ah tha most pathetic sad sack sights me wee eyehs hae evah seen.

[The cat shakes his head and then takes a deep breath. He talks more slowly from then on, clearly struggling to suppress his accent to talk more like his creator's more 'refined' tones. Really, the point is to sound more easily recognizable, he gets that these humans don't always get him]

That's been the sight ah've had of him for two days now. All mah efforts ain't managed to get him to eat regular or sleep enough. Most days it's a mite hard to get him ta take care o'imself. It's a good thin' he made me, cause I take care of him. But ya see, he ain't been all right since a thing happened.

[How weird, that it would be a little robot cat to announce this sort of thing.]

Poe. He be gone. Gone gone this time, ain't no listing on the ships or comms. When Reeve found out, well, ah could not keep him from tryin' ta distract himself. Which meant more work. And less sleep. And less food.

Ah need help. Used ta be ah was a good influence on gettin' him to be careful and healthy and all them wee things that make the big thing that is living as a person. Cept he ain't listening to me no more. What do ah do? Ah need help getting him ta sleep and eat.

Annae advice? Or perhaps can some ah'ya lads and lasses help me haul him inta being himself agin? Or at least gettin' him ta take serious the whole 'food and sleep make humans run' thing?

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[sinistral]

Do I need to return from Sha'Ka?

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[It takes Mini a long time to reply because, honestly, while he has digits now they were NOT designed to work well with the communication devices. Sorry about them typos, Soldier.]

Ifya coild. Yuo scared him aasleep lAST time

[sinistral]

[Mini doesn't have to cater to this idiot's preference for text! But typos or not, the message is clear.]

I can. Does he have provisions there?

[plate_builder]

[Excuse you, Soldier, it is polite to respond in kind. Mini's been told a lot lately that he needs to stop being so rude. Maybe Mini should ask Tony or someone to make a Speech-to-Text for him to go with the Text-to-Speech Tony made before.]

No. Jus cofee

[sinistral]

[Do we not have that already? I literally can't keep track lol.

Really though if Mini needs not-rude role models, the Soldier is not a good example.]

I will see what I can carry.

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[provenforce]

I don't really know Reeve but I was-am from the same galaxy as Poe. I could talk to him if it would help.

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[A friend of Poe? Perhaps that meant she was the person in some of the stories Mini had listened to Poe tell about his world. The one who was friends with BB-8. Would that be helpful?]

Do yah ken much about what happens there? Might do 'im but good ta ken that the one he loves will be safe there. Las' time when he was gone Poe came back hurt an' Reeve dinnae ken wha ta do.

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[provenforce]

Poe and I were from around the same time, but I know he's safe.

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[Safe was one thign. But it wasn't enough.]

Is he happy? Can you tell him that he's happy? That he ain't gone off all alone?

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[ambitiousblond]

I'll be over shortly. I'll bring alcohol, usually does the trick.

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[Oh, Mini wasn't expecting this. And he was concerned. Rufus meant the hound. The hound made Mini uncomfortable.]

I AM not sdure AA dirnk wikl help hjim

[ambitiousblond]

It will be fine, don't worry. I've done this before.

I'll be over in 20.

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Ay? weith whio?

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[fatedsacrifice]

[Noctis listened with a heavy heart. He looked over at his Shield who wasn't paying attention, busy as he was poking at a fire or something. But he knew what it was like to be without someone you cared about even if his situation was far different for very different reasons. So he sighed before speaking, even if he had to take a minute or two to try and decipher what the little cat was talking about.]

When was the last time he had a good night's sleep?

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[Dude, don't get on Gladio for not paying attention. He was stretched out by the fire, eyes half closed, busy admiring Noctis being alive and by a campfire thanks. As for Mini, he was truly concerned, even if the question was one he felt was silly.]

Since he woke an therah was nae Poe annae more.

[fatedsacrifice]

[Noctis sighed. This was what, the second time or something like that? Well the king wasn't about to try and recount that to the cat who was more than likely fully well aware.]

So where does he even go when he can't sleep?

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[Yes, Mini knows, and he doesn't feel amused at how this place was hurting his master.]

He ain't go anywhere. He stays 'ere an' works.

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[beholding_archivist]

[ Of course Jon noticed the departure of Poe, so he... Frowns. That's what he prefers to mask his concern as. ]

Please don't let him hurt himself. I can try talking to him. Or listen.

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[Talented that, Zet, noticing it all. Mini was concerned too.]

He is nae the type ta hurt hisself with intent. Jus' neglect.

[beholding_archivist]

Right. Because I'm not familiar with that type.

[ Hi, sarcasm! ]

I would scold him for being a fool, but... That feels ill-advised given the circumstances.

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Yeah, ya got yaself Tony. But if ya scold him ya gotta scold Tony for how he was when ya left.

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[theirondragon]

[Okay, you know what? He could have done with a lot of not knowing the cat thing talked this much.

That being said.]

Sounds like he needs somebody to box his ears. Want me to head over?

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[Ain't his fault he talks. Or doesn't approve of the sound of that.]

I cannae see how ya think hittin' him will help.

[theirondragon]

Hey, it does wonders for some people.

[He was thoughtful for a second.]

But I'm sure I can think of something.

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Does it?

[Still Mini nods, mostly to himself.]

Ah just need him ta sleep an' stop thinkin.