Two days ago, Michael had decided to go on a little trip, for himself. He hadn't intended for it to be long, just long enough to go and see his husband, and to enjoy the other's company for a while. It wasn't unusual for him to feel lonely as of late, wanting to see Trevor ever since the other had gone to take care of things back at their original home. Things had only become urgent for him after the recent death of Sam, something that had made him realize just how little time any of them could have. Sudden circumstances could pop up at any point, and the thief didn't want to miss out on time with his husband just because he wasn't willing to make a little trip. So, after telling Roxie where he was going and getting some traveling herbs from Roan, the other had headed out, intent on being home as soon as possible. The trip there thankfully hadn't been too rough, and the time he had spent with Trevor had obviously been great, listening to the other's stories of their old home and chuckling at the other's carefree attitude. It was a true relief, especially after the rather awful events that had happened as of late. Maybe it was a little bit selfish, but it wasn't as if he had left for a week or longer, as much as he may have been tempted to.

Aside from all the other happiness that came with visiting his love, yet another positive thing had come from the visit – Michael had been able to shapeshift. Specifically, the reaver had been able to shift into a female coyote body, which was exactly what he had been looking for. He and Trevor had been speaking about having kids for quite a while, but his lack of control over his shapeshifting had made it difficult, and opportunities to adopt were harder to find than one might think. Either way, the thief had finally been able to do it, and he couldn't have been happier. It was a bit of a shock, shifting into a coyote form that was just as deep, dark black as his bobcat body, but it hardly mattered what he looked like, as long as he was healthy. After that, the rest of the trip had been spent cuddling, talking, and doing everything else that came with a visit, until eventually Michael had been forced to pull himself away, knowing that it was time to go home. One thing that he had noticed as he had prepared to go, however, was that he couldn't shift out of the coyote form. He hadn't been able to control the wave of excitement that had come over him at that, practically tackling Trevor to tell him the news. It could've been possible that it was just a quirk of using a new body, but he had been able to shift out of his snake and hamster bodies upon first discovering them, so he doubted it.

When he had eventually ended up back on Typhoon territory, Michael had immediately known he needed to make some changes. He didn't want to risk hurting any of the pups possibly developing inside of him, and that meant breaking some habits, as bad as he was at doing that. The first, and most prominent habit that would spell disaster for any potential children, was his alcoholism. He knew he couldn't drink while pregnant, and as much as it pained him to do so, he was determined. So, he the now coyote had gone searching throughout his house, grabbing every little bottle that he could find and stuffing them all into a box, before he began to drag it outside. Just the sight of it made his heart ache, knowing this would be more difficult than he thought, but it wasn't long before he was shouting, "Anyone want some booze? I'm gonna bring all of it to the tavern, but I figured I'd let people see if there was anything they wanted before I did. I can't... I can't exactly drink any of it right now." The melanistic coyote didn't explain any further, but considering the new body, slightly higher voice, and the fact that he was ditching a bunch of alcohol? It wouldn't be hard to put two and two together.

MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY

"Fuck it, drink, Michael." Truthfully, figuring out this coyote was Michael was harder than figuring out why he didn't want to drink. Of course, not that it took a genius to put two-and-two together; Michael was the only melanistic creature in The Typhoon (to Aphra's knowledge, anyway).

Aphra stood a few pawsteps away from Jaime, a playful frown on her face. Even if she was trying to be light-hearted and joke around, the oriental longhair meant her words. "Who cares if it'll hurt those kids?" It wasn't her right to spill the beans in any way, but she obviously didn't care; after all, didn't Jaime imply something first? "The less unwanted kids, the better." She was assuming that this was an accident, that Michael hadn't meant to get pregnant, but she also meant in the fact that she didn't want them around.

Fuck, was this place going to get overrun by kids?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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Anger. It was an emotion that had come easily to Michael in the past, although not without cause. After all, he had been raised by a family that didn't truly love him, and thrown out into a world that would've killed him, had he not adapted. He had learned quickly that he needed to harness his anger, and use it productively. On occasion, however, the reaver couldn't stop that anger from coming forward. Bubbling up and spilling over without his consent, all because of one little word or action. Aphra had already been more than a little deep in his shit list, considering how she had treated Goldie and practically everyone else, but to pull this? To call his children unwanted? It was enough to make that anger spike again, mutating into an ugly rage that made the coyote snarl, all other voices fading around him as he pinpointed in on the snow white feline. His actions after that were almost robotic, his body moving before he could truly process his actions as he grabbed one of the half-full bottles of alcohol in his paws, throwing it as hard as he could at Aphra's face. If it connected, it would definitely cause some damage, if not shattering and hitting things besides just the feline's face. As he did so, he growled directly at Aphra, "Don't you ever call my kids unwanted again, you waste of a life." It had been some time since Michael had genuinely snapped, and while he wasn't exactly proud of it, he couldn't say he regretted it, either.

As quickly as the anger had come, it soon evaporated, his breath coming out in harsh but calming gasps. He closed his eyes briefly, digging his claws into the dirt in an effort to stabilize himself once again. After he had done so, he addressed Jaime first, a weak chuckle leaving him, "Yeah... yeah, it does mean you're getting more cousins, Jaime. Not for a while now, but eventually." He was vaguely aware of both Paola and Georgia scolding Aphra for her behavior, but the reaver forced himself not to dwell on that, knowing it would only cause him to do more to the already injured feline. Instead, he nodded his head to Paola, muttering slowly, "Thank you, Paola. And yeah, I'm excited... nervous, but excited. Hopefully they'll be good kids... although they probably won't be, considering their parents." He chuckled a bit after that, smirking at Georgia as he spoke, 'One of me is probably too many anyways, but I'm sure the little ones will be more than a handful. Hopefully they won't bug you too much." Considering how it seemed as though the group of teenagers who had joined had begun to see him as a father figure? He wondered if perhaps his children would see them as big siblings.

Turning his gaze towards Keona next, the thief found himself smiling a bit before he nodded in response to her question. There was no doubt that the Typhoon had been getting quite a few children as of late, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It just meant more and more family to keep the place alive, and that was never an issue. Mismatched gaze turning towards Devland next, the coyote snickered before speaking, shaking his head at the teenager's mischievous grin, "Probably about a three. Just because I'm fairly sure that my husband and I will have already corrupted them by the time you've gotten to them. We're thieves, after all." He then said, shifting and pushing some of the bottles that hadn't been tossed unceremoniously at Aphra's face forward, "Anyone who said they wanted some, feel free to take what you'd like... drink responsibly, though. You're all the pretty young, and I don't want you stumbling around here rambling about drunken nonsense all the time." Honestly, some of them rambled about nonsense even without being drunk, but he was in a good enough mood – now, anyways – not to point that out.

The final one to approach, for now, was Harlow. Michael turned his gaze towards the child nervously, feeling a bit guilty for exposing them to such violence, only to be absolutely stunned by the question that was soon thrown his way. Had he eaten a baby? He knew that most kids didn't know how babies were made, but he wasn't sure he had ever heard anything like that before. Laughing a little, the reaver shook his head quickly, explaining as vaguely as he could manage, "Ah... n-no. No, I didn't eat a baby. But I am having babies, which is why I can't drink, since it could hurt them..." He didn't want to get more specific than that, figuring that was more of a job for Goldie.

MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY

Oh, great, here came the party to ruin her fun. Aphra huffed as Paola, Georgie, and Devland came over (and Keona and Harlow, but she didn't pay any attention to them), her kinked tail flicking back and forth to show her irritation.

Aphra had nothing to say to Paola, though Georgia's words made her snort. "I'm not pregnant, so don't worry. No more unwanted Ciphers are going to be running around." Aphra knew what Georgia meant, of course, but chose to ignore it, even if it hurt her in a way that Georgia didn't realize - after all, Aphra was clearly unwanted by her own father. Devland's comment, though, made her snort in amusement, briefly distracting her from those thoughts. "Thanks."

Michael moving out of the corner of her eye made her look towards the coyote, only to see him chucking a bottle at her. Aphra jumped back, trying to avoid it as much as possible, only for it to shatter as it hit the ground, cutting her with a few bits that flew off. Aphra grit her teeth as she felt them cut into her skin, glaring at Michael. "Holy shit, you guys." She hissed. "It was a god damn joke." A tasteless one, but a joke nonetheless.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]