DEALER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON

It was Roan's birthday. That was something simple enough to remember, considering Roan was his nephew. Unfortunately, ever since he had hit around nine months old, the soothsayer had never really been a big fan of actually celebrating his birthday. Hell, he hadn't even really done anything when he had hit a year old, something that had shocked Michael pretty thoroughly. Still, despite Roan's reluctance to celebrate his own birthday, Michael had decided that he was going to make something for the medic, something that he had heard the other complaining about earlier while in the tavern – his smell. The smell of death had started to cling to Roan's pelt, a side effect of his new zombified body. It wasn't hard to tell why that would be unfortunate, especially when one was meant to be working with the sick.

As a result of this, Michael had come up with a gift idea that he thought was pretty ingenious. He had taken one of the straw sun hats that Roxie had left at his house, and he had then gone out and collected a bunch of sweet smelling flowers. Not only that, but he also nabbed a few herbs from the temple itself, knowing that the scent of herbs was already familiar to Roan, and would no doubt be a comfort. Once he had all of the supplies that he needed, the bobcat curled up in front of his house, beginning to weave the flowers into the hat, and carefully placing the herbs in the brim. As he worked, he found himself muttering, a sigh leaving him, "I really hope you can't get splinters from working with straw..." Just the thought made him grimace, imagining straw piercing the soft pads of his feet as he worked.

Roxanne would walk over with both of her ears perked forward noticing the duo that had approached her brother who seemed to be messing around with a straw hat that she must've left over at his house. Her tail lashed behind her as she tilted her head to the side "I see you're making use of that straw hat that I left at your house." Roxanne said with an amused snort leaving her, she sat down slowly as she curled her tail over her paws neatly with eyes closed for a moment. Her eyes would reopen slowly, she could remember the several times she had spent Roan's birthday together with just a cake that the both of them would share.

She found it to be traditional, small, but it was special to the both of them or so, that's how she felt about it. "I'm sure that he'll love it." Rox would continue to say with a slow nod of her cranium,  her mismatched gaze locked onto her brother though she would watch Keona and Salem through the corner of her eye only to hum in agreement "Yeah. I never heard of getting a splinter from straw before... But try not to be the first, Michael."