Michael didn't really do much all that exciting with his hut. He had never been one to decorate things unless they were himself, so it had been pretty easy to see the card that Kaito had left lodged in the wall. Frown pulling at his muzzle, the bobcat moved over to the card, pulling it free and glancing over the message that was written upon it. Almost immediately he felt a jolt of rage pass through him. Someone was planning to steal shit from him? That was a bad fucking idea, especially if it was one of the gems he thought was really pretty. Small bob of a tail twitching and lashing rapidly behind him, the fugitive threw the card down, stomping a paw upon it and digging his claws in. It was petty, but it gave him a way to vent his anger as he snarled, "What the fuck? What kind of absolute idiot thinks that they can steal from me?" He had spent his entire life as a thief, taking what he wanted and damning the consequences. He had never been afraid to get his hands dirty, and now somebody was threatening him? That wouldn't work out well for them.