BIG BRIGHT BEAUTIFUL WORLD ☆ roxie

[michael t.]

It had been a while since Michael had a one on one conversation with Roxie. That wasn't to say that they hadn't seen each other. No, they had seen each other plenty, both at the tavern and elsewhere. But they hadn't really had a chance to have a heart to heart, not since Trygve ran away. The bobcat had taken notice of how his sister was struggling, and her being in a less than ideal place had begun to affect him as well. It was strange, how a bastard thief like him that had once only cared for himself and one other person was now feeling shitty just because of the emotions of his family. It almost would've been surreal, if he wasn't living it firsthand. He had attempted to cheer her up in his own ways – namely drinking, since that had always made him feel better in the past – but that hadn't gone so well, generally just ending with her grumbling about how she hated him while she held her head, hungover. He still hadn't entirely given up on that avenue, but he also knew he had to try something else. Something a little more... touchy feely, as loathe as he was to attempt it.

With this in mind, Michael had decided to go to his sister's home, Princess perched between his shoulder blades as he padded along. He knew just how much Roxie loved the pregnant rat, and he figured that her presence alone would put the draconic feline in a semi-decent mood. At least, he could hope. He had taken notice of just how much her moods were fluctuating these days, thanks to people disappearing on her. The thought made him wince, and he took a deep breath before moving to her front door. When he sat back on his haunches, Princess scrambled up to his shoulder, sniffing around eagerly. There might've even been something akin to a sense of familiarity in her eyes, since he had brought her over plenty of times before. Snorting a little bit at his rat companion, the thief rose a paw, knocking it against the front door before meowing, "Roxie? You in there? I came over to talk. Plus I've got Princess with me." If she was in one of her down moods, it was completely possible that she'd just ignore him – Princess was meant to be a sort of fail safe, to prevent that.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]

[ROXANNE R.]

[glow=white,1,400]I LOVE YOU, CANNIBAL QUEEN ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Her mood had definitely soured after the disappearance of her son though fortunately, Roan had come back but Trygve left during to a fight with her niece's son. She didn't think a fight would breakout between two family members, sure, there was arguments but they never got physical with one another. A frown pulling at her lips as she held onto Ry's snake, Bebé, watching them coil around her arm that was covered by scars. A soft sigh leaving her maw trying to figure out where her son could've gone. First, her lover had left her and now their son, well, this was definitely something to be upset about. Roxanne usually spending her time with her kids and Michael though whenever she would spend quality time with her brother, it usually ended up with her having a horrible headache and was hungover. It had been fun the first few times, where she giggled her ass off and one time having a rather sloppy makeout session with one of the people there. Who? She sure as fuck didn't know but Michael had to drag her away before she ended up doing something stupid, she always whined and grumbled how she hated him. She didn't hate her brother but she definitely wasn't fond of drinking to drown out her sadness. Roxanne didn't think it was fair to her children either for her to come smelling heavily of alcohol either, she always made sure to be sober and smell of sweeter aromas than that even if her head was pounding those mornings.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when someone was knocking at the door, the ball python snake curling into a defensive ball having been startled. Her gaze softened remembering the day Ry had shown her the serpent and begged her to let him keep it, she would put them away in their enclosure unsure of who was at her door until she recognized his voice. She winced a bit. Maybe she could feint being sick then she wouldn't have to go to the tavern, she was about to speak until Roxie heard what she said. Princess. And he was here to talk, Roxanne felt relieved only to feel grateful for her brother trying to talk to her. She knew how he was and talking heart to heart wasn't exactly his kind of thing. The draconic feline would slowly open the door offering a faint smile, her mismatched gaze locked onto her brother "Hi Mikey and Princess," She moved to the side with a small nod "Come inside. There's some macaroons me and Roan made the other day. Would you like some with tea?" Her paw already resting on Michael's shoulder to take Princess from him or at least to let the rat to climb onto her. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[michael t.]

Michael almost snickered when he heard what seemed to be a faint groan from inside, sure that his sister was desperate to not go out for another night on the town with him. While he enjoyed his drinks, he knew that she hardly took as much pleasure in it, so he had been trying to cut back a bit lately. Still, it was extremely tempting to start teasing her about becoming a domesticated old lady who just wanted to stay at home and read all day. He probably would've, if it weren't for the fact that he was sure it would end up in a tussling match that he would lose. Even if she was back in her smaller form, Michael had never been a particularly good close up fighter – it was honestly a miracle that Ry learned anything from him at all. The thought of Ry made him wince, and he had to internally remind himself not to bring the other male up in conversation as he heard pawsteps approaching the door. He was coming over to make Roxie feel better, not remind her of what was making her upset in the first place. Heart to heart discussions were far from the thief's forte, but he at least knew when not to bring up something. After all, he was practically a master of avoiding tough subjects – Trevor could definitely attest to that.

Broken from his thoughts when the door opened, Michael gave his sister a toothy smile before returning the greeting, "Hey Rox. How's your head?" He waited only a moment before he stepped inside, chuckling a little when he felt Princess scamper from his shoulder to Roxie's paw, overjoyed and enthusiastic to see the privateer even in her pregnant state. He stuck his tongue out at the rat as he pressed into Roxie's cheek, an amused look on the fugitive's face, "You little traitor. I'm the one who feeds you, y'know." When Roxie then mentioned macaroons, the bobcat immediately perked up, his mismatched gaze lighting up with faint excitement. Roxie knew that sweets were the way straight to his heart, and he purred warmly as he pressed into her side that wasn't occupied by Princess, "You know me so well, Rox... I'd love some tea." As he turned in the direction of the sweet smells that usually occupied Roxanne's home, he questioned casually, "So... how have things been? I hope it hasn't been too lonely around here, with all the kids out exploring the Typhoon." He was trying his best to just make idle conversation, not wanting to upset her.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]