Michael wasn't technically considered to be a member of the Roux family. Although Roxie had taken him in as her brother a while ago, Goldie had taken one simple look at the thieving man Roxie had found herself attached to and had said quite the resounding no fucking way. Despite this, Roxie had decided to make it her goal to include him in things, including a rather large picnic that the Roux family apparently participated in. He'd been a little bit nervous at first, pointing out that he was a man that several people very much disliked, and also that his people skills were rather hit or miss, but Roxie had just patted him on the head and shoved him along. So, now the male was sitting casually with everyone else, slightly uncomfortable as he shifted around in his button up shirt. Roxie was chattering away beside him as always, but Michael was very much looking up and down everyone who showed up, his eyes scanning for any signs of anything shiny or valuable – even if he wasn't planning on actually stealing anything, scout's honor. When Keona arrived, Michael's mismatched gaze moved over to her, blinking at the blind girl before he spoke, waving despite the fact she couldn't see his greeting, "Hey there. You're... Keona, right? I'm Michael. Uh, Rox brought me." He figured he might as well offer an explanation, since he was essentially a complete stranger to Keona.

Maybe if Octane was here longer and a kinder person overall, he would have a 'found family' like Michael and the others here. He wasn't, though, and as far as making friends here went, the only time someone had bothered to come say hi to him was when he was injured. It made him feel... alone. Unliked. What had he already done here that was so wrong? He couldn't think of anything wicked he did to make people hate him. Octane knew he was too fast for some people, knew he couldn't slow down for them, but why was no one trying? Was he so awful on the outside?
He runs his tongue between his teeth, chirping as he approaches. He moves to the table, tail flicking and letting a crooning "rrrr" sound leave him as he overviews the food. "Hey, this, uh, looks pretty nice!" He was trying.