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Matt was a busy guy, that was for sure. He was always up to something between his nightmares and migraines so he rarely had time to socialise with those in his clan that he considered to be potential friends. He always had something on his mind. There was too much to do and never enough time in the day which was why that he had decided to try and wind down his time slightly. He did not want to end up burning himself out and dying from a heart attack without and friends. Well, that would be a lie. He would have one friend, that friend being Matt One, more commonly known as Matthias. He was a definite friend of his but excluding him, Matt had no one that was there for him. It was saddening really, to be aware of the fact that everyone around him were getting on with their perfect little lives whilst he was caught in a mental game of tennis, himself being the metaphorical tennis ball.
"Yo, I'm bored. And my name's Matt." the brown and white feline called out, internally wincing as he felt a shockwave echo through his head and made sure to take his voice down a few decibels. He did not want to risk breaking into another series of skull-splitting headaches. That would not be much fun for him. "Anyone feel like taking some time out of their day to talk? Andy? Sera? C'mon guys, you know you want to" he added with a hopeful swish of his tail, ears perked as he glanced around with bright crystal blue eyes. He hoped that no one would let him down, he was sick of talking to himself in the mirror every day. It was getting boring.
Or was it that he was getting boring?