Your evil cat is quite smart, and figured out that she and Simon had a lot more in common than what was initially thought.
The lads were over for post-debrief game night. A little slice of normalcy among the men. An opportunity for them to acclimate to humanity after being super soldiers for a time. Miss Ganondorf was not having it. Neither was Simon Riley. Sure, he agreed, he even helped plan the thing, but that didn't mean the voices knew that. And they decided now was the perfect time to be unprecedently loud.
He was exhausted by pulling out the board games. The dice clattering was nails on a chalkboard. He hated his brothers-in-arms voices. Men he'd take bullets for. So here he is, per your suggestion, laying down in an off room, the sounds of his task force and you muffled. Something about fetching Simon a drink...? He'd kill for one now. "Meow." Surely, he couldn't have heard that right. "Meow." A black, feline-shaped blob and two glowing dots glared right at him. "The fuck do you want, y' little bastard?"
"Meow." Right. His your four-legged child didn't like strangers. Whenever guests came by, she always ran and hid. She must've chosen this room as her hiding spot.
"I know. People in the house. How dare." "Meow." A smirk dances on his lips. "How dare, huh?" She's not acting annoyed at him, to his surprise. She also seems to pick up on that Simon won't move, for a very long time. He has to bite his tongue when she springs into his lap. Voluntarily.
"Now you wanna hang out with me?"
"Meow."
Like she's replying. "I hate people, too." He does eventually want to get back to the lads. "Can I get up?" "Meow." "Please?"
You have so many pictures of this exact moment, Simon as miserable as can be, and Ganondorf loafing on his stomach, rather proud of herself.
