[Open Video]

[plate_builder]

[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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[plate_builder]

[Reeve laughed, because yes, that did seem likely, especially given that even Mini seemed distracted by them.]

Do they eat paper?

[beholding_archivist]

Paper? Why would they do that?

[ Please don't tell him that's what you were hoping to feed them. ]

They... Might play with it. But they hunt their own food. Outside.

[ And sometimes inside. ]

[plate_builder]

No clue. But I thought I'd ask, just in case. Better to see my papers put away if they do.

[Reeve watched the tussle of bot and mothcats, and tried to smile.]

I guess... I got bad at being alone.

[beholding_archivist]

Realistically, they're more interested in anything that sparkles and shines. I assume certain species they hunt as prey to have similar attributes to them.

[ They do hunt a lot of insects after all. ]

And if you don't wish to be alone, you're always free to visit.

[plate_builder]

And as I don't keep those save for the materia in my pockets I suppose I'm fine.

[Still, he's left... thoughtful and quiet for the moment.]

I'd like that, if that's alright. I miss our friendship.

[beholding_archivist]

Well, you know where I live. And even if I am not around, some of the mothcats always are.

[plate_builder]

You presume I'm going to leave my space for more than work, food, and the obligations the Agrii put upon us.

[Yes, Reeve was implying to be a bit of a hermit. He can't help it. He's hurting.]

[beholding_archivist]

Yes, I do.

Because I have no intention of taking up the role as your mother.

[ Friend, sure. Parental figure? Nope. ]

[plate_builder]

[He doesn't want a parental figure, and he sure doesn't want it in this man in particular.]

My mother is dead, I am not seeking to replace her. But if it is insisted, I will try.

[beholding_archivist]

[ Given that Jon is younger than him, that would be pretty weird. ]

In that case I will insist that you take care of yourself.

Or at least listen to Mini

[plate_builder]

I expect it's more the latter than the former. But thank you, for the concern. For looking in.