LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Seamus was someone that Michael didn't know a great deal about, outside of the other's relation to Roan. It had always seemed kind of wild to the bobcat that Roan had an entirely different father than the rest of his siblings, considering he was such a good kid. Obviously being from a fling didn't automatically mean a kid was screwed for life, but not having a steady family... it could really screw a kid up, as Michael knew quite well. Despite this, he didn't have too many hard feelings towards Seamus, especially considering the other had seemingly disappeared after the meteor strike. The reaver had been forced to assume that the other had gone missing in action because of some kind of injuries. Of course, there had also been the lingering thought that perhaps Seamus had been swept away, or had outright died, but he often kept those thoughts to himself. After all, Roxie had enough to worry about, and she didn't need to worry about her oldest son's father potentially being dead on top of it all. Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case.

Michael had almost done a double take when he noticed Seamus heading towards the shore, having been sitting casually in front of his hut when he saw the other move past. Not only did he look alright, but he also had a basket with him. Feeling curious and a little bit bored, the thief had gotten up to his paws, following after Seamus until the other stopped and deposited the basket in the sand. Moving over to say hello, Michael found himself suddenly caught off guard by two things. One, the baby snake that was very much present within the basket, and two, Devland's rambling about said snake's species. The presence of Niamh didn't scare Michael, considering the sort of kinship he felt with snakes in general – even going so far to have a reptile form of his own – but he did find himself curious about where exactly the snake had come from. Cocking his head to one side, the reaver spoke softly, "Hey, Seamus... I can't remember if we've ever properly met, or if I've just heard so much about you. I'm Michael, Roxie's brother..." With potential first introductions out of the way, the fugitive then moved on to the questions burning in his mind, "Who's this little one...? And, uh, where'd you get 'em?" He wouldn't mind having a snake companion of his own, even if he'd have to keep them separate from his flock of rats. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART

Roxanne had been more worried about her children over someone who she had a mere fling with as harsh as that sounded, the mother had priorities and those were her children not the father's of her cubs. She had lost the feeling to care for either of the individuals that had fathered her litters seeing as they hadn't had major impacts on the growth of her offspring. Roxanne had raised Roan alone fine by herself and the same went for her current batch of cubs, she was independent or liked to believe herself to be. She didn't think too much of relationships anymore or steady beginnings, and the dream of settling down with someone was a mere thought silenced and drowned out by her other thoughts that buzzed throughout her mind. So, when the somewhat familiar scent of Séamus reached her nose did the draconic feline feel a small frown form itself onto her maw, she took a few steps forward until she could see the trio ahead of her. She supposed that it would be rude of her to simply linger in the back, the Officer let a soft sigh slip past her lips only to brush up against Michael with both of her pupils narrowed down to dangerous slits. It seemed that the small tom had a reptile for a companion, a small one at that. Perhaps, Séamus would have more ease raising a serpent than his own son.

A soft snort leaving her slightly amused by her harsh thought but Roxie's pupils would widen once more as a smirk found itself present upon her maw "Hello love," She began with her fluffy tail lashing behind her, the Officer was glad to see that the small tom was doing well and hadn't been killed by the meteor shower that had struck their home. "You have a lovely lil companion there too... Welcome back, Séamus." Roxanne enjoyed reptiles herself but snakes weren't really up to her tastes like her salt water crocodile, Kalayavan, she would sit down slowly deciding to keep the welcoming short and simple. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Michael felt no ill will towards Seamus, mainly because Roxie herself didn't. She had never encouraged the bobcat to be cruel to the other in any way, nor did she seem exceedingly bitter about her relationship with him. Although she did have her concerns about his relationship to Roan, considering how little he was around for the young feline of his own blood – as Michael had been told of many times in the past. For now, however, the thief chose to form his own opinions, his small tail twitching from amusement as he glanced towards Devland. The other at least had the decency to say hello, but Michael wouldn't have minded if he hadn't. After all, the reaver had a fair few things that he could ramble about for hours, as both Trevor and Roxie could attest to. Snakes could be one of them, although his rambling was mostly narrowed down to his own snake form, since he wanted to learn as much about it as possible. He didn't shift into it often, far too attached to his jewelry to do so, but he had wanted to know some key things about it, such as if it was poisonous or not – perhaps at some point he'd shift, and ask Devland.

Unfortunately, Seamus's answer would end up being a disappointment to Michael, who had been hoping to perhaps gain a reptile companion of his own. A broken up nest, with one egg? Even if he would've been able to find the nest, the one egg meant that Niamh had been the only denizen left of the poor family. It actually made the fugitive wince with sympathy, imagining a whole snake family wiped out by some hungry beast that had come along. Stretching a paw out curiously towards Niamh, the bobcat found himself musing, "Niamh, huh? Sounds real fancy... not really sure if I'm pronouncing it right." His mismatched gaze then moved to Seamus himself, a faint smile coming to his face before he spoke again, "If you ever come across another egg, be sure to lemme know. It seems like I've made a habit of collecting little companions..." Even the moths had remained within his home, despite Trevor's leaving for the uncharted lands. Michael didn't have the heart to make them go, since he and the coyote had taken care of them together. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART