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Caleb is still asleep when his phone begins to blow up. He fumbles for the phone and finds at least 15 messages from Jester. It's Da'leysen and Caleb's store is closed. Jester should know that he is sleeping in today.
Frumpkin lets out a pitiful meow as he's dislodged from his sleeping place on Caleb's chest.
"Na, na katzchen." He placates Frumpkin with ear scritches as he opens up his messages and scrolls to the most recent.
Was?
Jester usually announced her trips far in advance. Caleb checks his calendar but found no reminders. Not that he needed any.
He sits up further and rubs his face. Surely the others knew about this?
Caleb groans and throws his phone down with a thump on the bed. He promised his therapist to work on showing affection freely but that was easier said than done.
Jester should be easy though, she loves everyone. Fjord was getting used to it. Beau...well Beau still had some work, but she and Caleb were frequently in each others' space. Veth was the only one he could freely show it to. They have been through everything together in the past few years.
Caleb snorts and opens his text thread with Veth
Caleb stretches and begins to go about his day. He's in the middle of towel-drying his hair when he finally gets another text from Veth.
He grins and shakes his head. As he exits the bathroom, Frumpkin gives a chirrup from his post outside of the door. The cat jumps up on Caleb's shoulder and the two make their way to the kitchen for lunch.
Orange hues are streaming into Caleb's living room when his phone chimes again. He sets his laptop and glasses down and rubs his eyes. Veth is always harping on him to take breaks and this is the typical result.
He tidies the various notebooks he has strewn about. Caleb's constantly teased by friends and colleagues alike for his apparently "old school" habits. Caleb could use a computer proficiently, but it is more comfortable for him to take notes and compile his information in the way he is used to.
He gets dressed and is pulling on his shoes when he realizes it's awfully quiet at the moment. Too quiet. Normally the cat is...
Fuck
Caleb straightens up to find Frumpkin, in a perfect cat loaf, laying on his laptop.
"Frumpkin! Nein!"