[The feed clicks on as it falls off a night table, little paws going past the camera before an awkwardly sized cat wandered into view, heading to a curled up Matt. It's clear the shop keeper has been crying for days. His face is a mess, hair dirty and stringy and he looks paler than usual. A sniffle, the man having run out of tears days ago
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Even so, he can't walk away.]
[gently, trying not to startle Fawn or the cat:] ...Matt?
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Dorimouse is gone...
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[You look like a wreck, mister.]
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[Fawn is clearly distracted by the kitten, trying not to dwell on things too much. His voice drops to a whisper.]
Allen want tea with me..?
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[Have a slap of reality.]
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Pardon me for the interruption, but who has left?
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