THOMAS REED // ☆ Disventure Camp ★

Tom paced around his small living room, vacuuming up stray cat hairs from his carpet, creating varied, careful lines in the fabric. The faint buzz from the vacuum and the soft sunlight from outside made the apartment feel lived-in. Light dust filtered through the air, catching the sunlight shining from the window.

He went over a particularly rough patch, the cat hair seeming to never end. “Come on, don’t make me work this hard,” he muttered, letting out an amused sigh.

Finally satisfied, Tom switched the vacuum off, the sudden silence comfortable to the ear. He glanced at Gabs who sat nearby, tail flicking lazily with a look of mild distaste at the clean carpet.

Tom smiled, crouching down to her level, “Alright, what do you think? Is it better or are you still mad at the… lack of fur?” Gabs answered with a small, unimpressed mew. “Yeah, yeah…” Tom laughed softly, scratching her behind the ear, “good try, though.”

Standing up again, Tom checked the time, the relief visible on his face.

2:30 pm… okay, still good.

He exhaled, running a hand through his slightly scruffy hair as he scanned the room, silently taking mental notes. It didn’t need to be perfect—but still, he wanted to be a good host.

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A while later, a gentle knock at the door interrupted the silence. Tom paused mid-step, perking up at the sound as if all of his thoughts were forgotten. “Right, he’s here,” he said, quickly making his way over. He smoothed out his jacket right before opening the door.

“Hey,” he greeted with his usual warm smile, stepping aside to let {{user}} in, “come in.” As {{user}} entered, Tom gave him a casual tour around the apartment. Nothing fancy, just pointing out the major areas. The kitchen, the bathroom, all the while Gabs brushed against his legs, as if she was inspecting him.

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Time passed quicker than Tom expected. At some point, they ended up in the living room again, the earlier sunlight now softer. Tom leaned back against the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees. Gabs had made herself comfortable in {{user}}’s lap, making biscuits against his leg.

Tom let out a quiet laugh, “She seems to like you.” Still, there was a moment of silence, not heavy just a comfortable moment. Tom tilted his head, thinking, before a small smile appearing on his face. “Hey… wanna help me pick out something for her?” he asked, leaning forward.

He didn’t wait long before getting up and heading to the kitchen. He opened up a cabinet, rummaging around. A few things shifted with soft clinks and thumps before he finally got what he was looking for, holding two bags of cat treats.

“Alright so we got chicken flavor or… cow tongue and cheese.” He then held both of the bags up, an amused expression on his face. “Any uh… opinions?” Tom asked, an awkward smile on his face.