Nepeta: Be brave.

[rogueofheart]

[The sounds and shadows in Nepeta's cave room were becoming a bit much, so now she's roaming around the halls with her hands tightly gripping her journal. Just in case. After all, if one of her teammates or friends needs her help, she wants to be ready!

It has nothing to do with her being scared. She's no scaredy cat!

When she speaks, she tries her best to sound confident. She's a fearsome huntress, after all.]

Not having the sun isn't so bad, but some of the other stuff going on is just plain creepy!

If anyone wants some company, I would not mind being that company. I know that some people might be scared, but it's okay! I am sure this will all go away soon. Just let me know! And you can make it private, too, in case you don't want others to know you are scared. . . . .

[Her voice trails off at the end, and her footsteps come to an abrupt halt. Nepeta makes the tiniest noise of uncertainty. DOES ANYONE HEAR THAT? No? It's just her?

Her footsteps pick up the pace.]

Anyone at all! I'm not picky!

[And that's when she hears the creepiest, most frightening sound of all:

HONK.

Aaaaand she shrieks.]

Comments

[musclebeast]

Brave good, I'd expect nothing less of you, with my influence of course.

[A small smile to himself as he nears, her form coming into view. His body loosens, as it always does in her presence, as if muscle memory telling him to limber up incase any pouncing occurs.]

[rogueofheart]

[And, as always, pouncing does occur. Except this time, it's in the form of her dashing toward him and colliding right into him as arms wrap around him for a safe hug.]

[musclebeast]

[He keeps a straight face, watching her as she nears. The darkness swallows their surroundings even more as his focal point remains her, soon looking down, hands awkwardly up around her sides but not gripping.]

Is everything all right?

[Equius's voice is quieter now, head tilted down, watching Nepeta through half lidded eyes and dark, cracked plastic.]

[rogueofheart]

[She nods against him, journal falling to their feet but still open. With that book around she doesn't want to get into too many details. Perhaps a feelings jam later is in order.]

I'm glad you are, too.