Sometimes, Michael had a tendency to get bored. It wasn't exactly surprising, considering that before joining the Typhoon, the bobcat had lived a life of excitement and daring, constantly moving around and stealing whatever he could. That wasn't to say that the Typhoon itself was boring, but sometimes the thief just felt a certain itch get under his skin. A need to do something. After that itch had struck somewhat recently, Michael had decided to go out and find something to do. Something that didn't involve stealing from his clanmates, as tempting as that sounded to the fugitive. Instead of engaging in any less than ideal activities, the feline had just searched around the territory, visiting others and checking in where he could. In these travels, he had come upon... a camera. It wasn't anything terribly advanced, just a little battery powered Polaroid camera that printed pictures on the spot. Michael had never really been into photography before, but the prospect of getting some pictures of his new friends and family was tempting, so he had swiped it, adding the thin cord attached to the camera to the various things jingling around his neck.

When he had returned home, he had immediately begun to make use of the camera, taking pictures of his living setup and jewelry collection – a collection he was especially proud of after fending off Kaito from it. In addition to those, he had snuck up to his and Trevor's bedroom, successfully managing to snap a picture of the other in bed, still in a deep sleep. He immediately hid that photo of the coyote away for himself, aware of just how sappy such a thing was – he had a reputation to keep up, after all. After that, he had returned to the outside world, taking a few pictures of the landscape before he turned more to other people. A quick picture taken of Roan tending to his garden, a snap of Roxie out with Kal and Brunhild, and a rather far away and blurry shot of Ahab, considering he was somewhat terrified of being close to the bear. He wasn't sure how long he had before the batteries in the camera ran out, and he intended to make the most of them, which motivated him to head up to where the tavern was, figuring he could get some fairly good pictures of people coming out of there.

Taking a seat across from the tavern, Michael carefully held the camera between his paws and his teeth, awkwardly managing to press the button to take a shot of the front of the building. He noticed a few people glancing at him, and with a feeling of sheepishness passing over him, he waved a paw at them dismissively, "I'm just trying to take nice pictures! Fuck off!" Okay, maybe that was a little harsher than strictly necessary, but he was on a short fuse when it came to embarrassment.

If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. dealer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

The first one to approach him that wasn't a total stumbling drunk was Lutum. Michael didn't know much about Lute yet, only knowing that the strange creature was related to Roxie in some way. Still, that sort of made them family, so the bobcat offered him a slightly awkward smile, amused by how overjoyed the other seemed at a simple picture. He opened his muzzle to reply, but then found himself taken aback. He didn't actually know how the pictures ended up developed, really. He had pretty much just been messing with the camera because it was so simple.

He felt himself beginning to panic a little trying to come up with a decent explanation, but then Keona arrived to save the day... sort of. Her explanation was certainly rough, but the thief found himself nodding his head along anyways, "Yeah, what Keona said. Light and chemicals and stuff... I don't really know the exact of it all. All I know is that this thing takes nice pictures. Pictures are... kinda like memories, only you've got physical proof of them, y'know?" His explanation was lackluster and he knew it, but how were you supposed to explain something like pictures? Glancing towards Keona, he offered the dealer an awkward crooked smile before he continued, "I don't know if there's anything I need help with, but... here." He lifted the camera up, maneuvering it in his paws to snap a picture of Keona with the tavern in the background. Once the picture popped out, he handed it over, mumbling, "For, uh... memories?"

Unfortunately, the somewhat sweet – or as sweet as Michael got, anyways – moment was interrupted by the arrival of Aphra, the pure white feline stumbling over in a drunken state. The bobcat looked down at her and raised a metaphorical eyebrow, wrinkling his nose a bit when he felt her tail beneath his chin. He rolled his mismatched blue eyes before he raised the camera again, snapping a picture of Aphra in her drunken state. When it printed, he grabbed it and dropped it rather gracelessly over her eyes, muttering, "I'm afraid you're not really my kinda model, Aphra." He couldn't tell if she was flirting with him or not, or if it was just drunken stupidity, but hopefully that would ward her off.

After that exchange, the last to arrive was Roxie. The presence of his sister always put the fugitive at ease, and he grinned over at her, snickering at the comparison to a child. He said with a smirk, raising his camera once again to get a picture of her, "Hey, I'm just trying to make sure I'll be able to remember everything when I'm all old and grey and ancient. That way I don't have to ask you people's names every five minutes when I'm senile." He snagged the picture of his sister between his claws, about to give it to her, but then paused when he heard her snarky little comment about a "cute shot of you know who." Immediately his face was flooded with heat, and he was very glad for the fact that his fur was black, and that any blush couldn't actually be seen. He glared at her before speaking, stumbling over his words a little bit, "I don't... I don't even know who you could possibly be talking about. A... A-And even if I did. It's none of your business whether I got any shots of him – or, I mean, you know who." God, his relationship with Trevor certainly wasn't a secret to Roxie, but at this rate it wouldn't be a secret to anyone else either.