Who: MasterMind, Wild Child When: Friday, shorly before lunch Where: Jason's Manor What: Kyle collects some moral support to give Jason info about his upcoming fight Kyle did not look forward to this discussion, in fact, he had so dreaded it that he had not been able to gather the courage to tell Jason this until now. He and Sean had been locked away in the gym ever since their guests had left, preparing the mutt for his big fight. The focus had been entirely on his speed and agility, no attention at all paid to his strength for this particular match, and the ex-marine had quite literally had his ear talked off. A frustrated feral was a vocal one, at least in Kyle's case, and he was currently venting his concerns, frustrations and all around disappointment in humanity at large through words, rather than growls.
At long last, Sean had volunteered to go with Kyle to make sure Jason knew what the outcome of the fight was going to be. Gibney had been very touched by the offer, unaware that really it had been the man's effort to get the kid to shut the hell up. Gibs was well aware that it was silly, in terms of physical strength he was far stronger than Sean, even if looks were deceiving. Sean still kept his blonde hair in the close cropped buzz cut of the military, he was well over six feet and built like a refrigerator, yet the short, long haired, crouching, skinny feral known as Wild Child could easily out lift him. Almost more than having someone at his back, it was the serious, stoic energy the man radiated which would give Gibs the courage to point out what should be painfully obvious.
Quietly, he padded into the study, having guessed that was where he would find Jason. Sean followed him in, giving his employer a quick, short nod before standing near the wall, waiting for Kyle to get it over with. Gibney flashed Jason a timid, toothy smile before scratching at his hair, his shifting posture showing just how nervous he currently was. He was in a pair of baggy, ripped jeans and an equally ripped T-shirt, his usual workout uniform, clawed feet bare, as always.
"Jason, I... uh... We gotta talk," he began quietly, keeping his eyes nervously averted, toe claws of one foot raking over the carpeting. "I... I'd think ya should know 'is but, I uh... I wanna make sure ya do 'cause.. somehow I don' think ya do..." He swallowed hard, glanced back to Sean for support, then to Jason again, brow knitting up as he waited to see how the elder would react.