03-03-2020, 06:44 PM
Trevor returning once again to Michael's life had been a surprise, to say the least. Panic attack inducing, to say the rest. It wasn't that Michael wasn't happy to have the other around. Quite the opposite, in fact, considering the way that his heart had sped up and his head had spun with excitement when he had seen the coyote standing at the sandy border of the Typhoon. Michael knew full well that his feelings for Trevor directly contrasted with the strictly "heterosexual" image that he worked so hard to cultivate for himself, but... he just couldn't help it, really. He had known Trevor for so long, and had cared for the other almost ever since the moment they started working together – with Trevor being one of the only people that Michael actually cared for. He had no hope of stopping the way that his excitement skyrocketed when Trevor was around, or the way that, whenever the coyote leaned in with that wolfish grin, Michael just wanted to lean in and close the gap between them – something that had happened a couple of times in the past, although they never spoke of it. Well, Michael never spoke of it, anyways. Trevor never had a problem with loudly proclaiming his feelings for Michael, usually in the most horrendously embarrassing ways that was possibly. In fact, he stayed things so freely and to such an extent that it scared Michael sometimes, to know that someone really loved him that much. Him, a stupid, fat, greedy asshole who took some level of pain in the pleasure of others. He had no idea what Trevor saw that enchanted him so much.
Despite the mutual awkward love that existed between the two of them, Michael had still been petrified when Trevor had first shown back up. After all, his partner in crime was hardly known for being the most forgiving type, and while Michael was almost 90% sure that Trevor wouldn't kill him, he could imagine far worse punishments than death when it came to T. For the most part, however, Trevor had just seemed... sad. He was most certainly angry, he had made that clear when he started shouting right in Michael's face when the bobcat finally tripped his way over, but he wasn't just angry. He was sad, and scared, and worried. Michael hated the way that the coyote's eyes kept scanning over the bandages covering his body, lingering on the way that he limped and his covered left eye. Trevor seemed utterly convinced for the entire welcoming tour that Michael was about to disappear on him, or worse, just crumple right before his eyes. It had made Michael angry, as well as flustered, because he knew the reason Trev was so pissed and everything else was because he cared. He cared far too much for his own good sometimes, which was an interesting problem for a cannibalistic, eternally furious, loud psychopath to have.
Once the tour was over, the two of them had reluctantly gone their separate ways, with Trevor gruffly telling him that he needed to go and eat something. After that, the bobcat had decided to go wandering, eventually ending up back on the porch of his home, a house that had not yet been altered or decorated since he had just chosen it. At the moment, he laid out front on the porch of the house, his eyes closed and his body relaxed as he allowed the slowly setting sun to bathe his fur, the dark hue greedily eating up the last few rays. His brain and heart yearned to go and try to find Trevor, and perhaps talk to the other, but his body stayed stubbornly rooted in place, knowing that conversation would be a difficult one, with probably a lot of yelling on at least one side. However, it seemed as though fate had other plans for Michael's little avoidance mission. Or rather, Trevor did. Heavy footsteps interrupted Michael's peaceful sunbathing, breaking the calm sound of the waves lapping up onto the sand. Michael's right ear twitched as he listened to them grow closer and closer, before eventually they stopped, followed by a soft pawing at his – thankfully uninjured – side. Opening up his one uncovered blue eye, Michael glanced up to see the coyote looming over him, an unreadable expression on his face. The bobcat offered a weak smile in response, mumbling out softly, "Hey, T..." He knew it was a shitty greeting, especially considering they were now finally in private, but he couldn't think of what else to say.
Despite the mutual awkward love that existed between the two of them, Michael had still been petrified when Trevor had first shown back up. After all, his partner in crime was hardly known for being the most forgiving type, and while Michael was almost 90% sure that Trevor wouldn't kill him, he could imagine far worse punishments than death when it came to T. For the most part, however, Trevor had just seemed... sad. He was most certainly angry, he had made that clear when he started shouting right in Michael's face when the bobcat finally tripped his way over, but he wasn't just angry. He was sad, and scared, and worried. Michael hated the way that the coyote's eyes kept scanning over the bandages covering his body, lingering on the way that he limped and his covered left eye. Trevor seemed utterly convinced for the entire welcoming tour that Michael was about to disappear on him, or worse, just crumple right before his eyes. It had made Michael angry, as well as flustered, because he knew the reason Trev was so pissed and everything else was because he cared. He cared far too much for his own good sometimes, which was an interesting problem for a cannibalistic, eternally furious, loud psychopath to have.
Once the tour was over, the two of them had reluctantly gone their separate ways, with Trevor gruffly telling him that he needed to go and eat something. After that, the bobcat had decided to go wandering, eventually ending up back on the porch of his home, a house that had not yet been altered or decorated since he had just chosen it. At the moment, he laid out front on the porch of the house, his eyes closed and his body relaxed as he allowed the slowly setting sun to bathe his fur, the dark hue greedily eating up the last few rays. His brain and heart yearned to go and try to find Trevor, and perhaps talk to the other, but his body stayed stubbornly rooted in place, knowing that conversation would be a difficult one, with probably a lot of yelling on at least one side. However, it seemed as though fate had other plans for Michael's little avoidance mission. Or rather, Trevor did. Heavy footsteps interrupted Michael's peaceful sunbathing, breaking the calm sound of the waves lapping up onto the sand. Michael's right ear twitched as he listened to them grow closer and closer, before eventually they stopped, followed by a soft pawing at his – thankfully uninjured – side. Opening up his one uncovered blue eye, Michael glanced up to see the coyote looming over him, an unreadable expression on his face. The bobcat offered a weak smile in response, mumbling out softly, "Hey, T..." He knew it was a shitty greeting, especially considering they were now finally in private, but he couldn't think of what else to say.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan
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