It would probably be of little surprise to anyone within The Typhoon that Michael cared a decent amount about his own appearance. After all, he was constantly wearing quite a bit of glittering jewelry, and he usually tried to make sure that his dark black fur was neat, even if it all had a tendency to sort of blend together. However, one part of his appearance that tended to go neglected was his claws. That wasn't intentional, however. It was just that it was far harder for him to try painting his own claws, and Rox was pretty busy as of late, what with being quartermaster and all. Everybody needed a break once in a while, though, and what better way to provide her with a break, than to have them exchange nail painting? They usually did it so that they were matching with pink and blue, and Michael had always found it a rather nice tradition - especially considering he had never had siblings to share things with as a kit. Still, the dealer knew it would boring to just have them paint each other's nails as usual, so he decided that he was going to get everyone in on it. Or, at least, everyone who was actually interested in having a little pop of color on them - which he assumed would be most, considering the types that tended to live within The Typhoon.

It had taken a bit of time for Michael to gather up all of the colors that he wanted to use, but eventually he found himself outside of his home, with his usual table set up in front of it. The various colors were all laid out, and Trevor was sitting a few paces behind the bobcat, his own nails painted a deep black color with Michael's help. Sparing a brief smile towards his husband, the dealer then turned and let out a shrill whistle before calling, "If anybody wants their nails to be painted any color I've got here, then feel free to come over here, and I'll try my best to do it." Of course, Trevor's somewhat messy nails were a model of how Michael's technique wasn't perfect, but that was alright - he certainly doubted anybody was actually expecting perfection. As he waited for people to approach, he quickly added on, an amused little smirk playing on his lips, "And Rox, you better get your ass over here! My claws have been barren for weeks! Clearly that's a sign that you hate me!" He knew that he was being dramatic, but he doubted anybody would be surprised by that, Roxie especially included.

Truthfully, Michael would've expected nothing less from his sister besides good-natured ribbing, and he immediately felt an amused smirk curling on his muzzle. He stuck his tongue out at her, sharp vampire fangs flashing as he spoke, "The right price, eh? How about I promise not to let my rats loose in your house?" He then paused before adding, a snort of amusement leaving him, "All my rats besides Princess, since I know you like her too much to be angry about that." He let his claws tap lightly against the table before him, until Torsten ended up approaching. The dealer found himself glancing over, but it was his husband who spoke up first, Trevor's gruff voice barking out, "Oh, she should definitely let you get your claws painted! S'not as if it'll hurt ya, and it'd be a double standard for her not to. Green's a great color for it, kid." The coyote then reached out to pat Torsten on the head, nudging Michael gently as he did so.

The dealer then made a soft noise as he felt Diya's nudge against his shoulder, smiling brightly at his fellow vampire before he spoke, "This is how we express our love – jokes and thinly veiled threats." He then shrugged his shoulders, muttering with a casual hum, "I don't mind if you do Alexandre's, Diya. That'll give me time to get mine painted, and then I can do Torsten's. And no, Trev, you can't do Torsten's. Your painting is even more terrible than mine." He glanced back at his husband with a smirk, chuckling when he saw the sour look on the canine's face. Although Trevor said nothing in protest, he did step forward to rest his chin on Michael's head, squishing the thief down as he waited for Roxie to help him.

The dealer felt a faint smile come to his face as he watched Trevor and Torsten interact, a soft chuckle bubbling up from him. He always enjoyed it when his husband was out and about, and it only seemed proper for the coyote to interact with his nephews. As if on cue, Trevor responded to Torsten's words, a crooked smile gracing the ragged coyote's muzzle, "Green is definitely a good color. And turtles are pretty cool, too. Sure wish I had a shell sometimes..." He gained a bit of a mischievous look to his eyes, as if he was thinking about the possibilities, and Michael couldn't help but just snort. He couldn't help giggling even further as Trevor turned to Roxie, responding with a smirk, "Nice ta see you around too, lil miss priss. Mikey here told me you got a promotion, so soon enough you'll be barking out orders for the lot of us. Congrats, I s'pose." His congratulations seemed genuine, even if he couldn't help being a bit of a shit.

Michael, meanwhile, just shook his head from side to side, a small smile curling on his face as he spoke to Roxie, "Hey, if you hang me up like that, maybe I'll end up stretching and becoming taller. I certainly wouldn't mind that." Looking towards Torsten next, he nodded, saying with a playful wink in his nephew's direction, "I promise they'll look great. My methods can be a bit messy, but that's alright. That just makes it look more punk." After telling the kit of his plans, the bobcat happily scooted forward to rest his paws up on the table, right in front of Roxie. He extended his claws, looking at the sharp nubs glint in the sunlight as he spoke, "Thank you, oh beloved sister of mine." His tone was joking, but it was also clear he was genuinely grateful.