[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:65%;font-family:verdana;"]Oh. This was a bad thing.
Perhaps it was a bad place and a bad time to show up to this gathering. He was a new member, he'd spent the past few days trespassing on their territory, he refused to speak when spoken to - anyone present with half a brain and enough preexisting suspicions could put the pieces together.
Michael flexes his paws in the dirt, a mild comfort in an otherwise tenuous situation. Uncertainty clings to the edges of his neutral expression as he looks from Goldenluxury, to Crow as he shouts, then to Arrow as he listens to her reasoning. He eventually falls upon Goldenluxury again, and at the bitterness of her words he takes a careful step back. He doesn't like this. He doesn't like being called a suspect - he doesn't like Crow, he decides all at once, because there's too many variables to all of this and yet he wants everyone to be able to explain themselves without flaw. And Michael can't explain himself, he didn't do anything, but he was told he was bad and the memory of bad things makes him think that maybe part of this was his fault. His mind rapid cycles between worry and anger. He doesn't like Goldenluxury's clan, wherever she's from, he doesn't like the words she uses and the anger that flits from one mouth to another and -
He's breathing too hard. Hyperventilating, almost. Black spots dance in the corners of his eyes and he clenches his jaw to settle himself, tail lashing but still working to keep him steady. Michael feels his jaw click and he thinks that he's probably drawing attention to his own condition, but he doesn't care right now - he just wants all of this to stop.
ooc. lmao feel free to mistake michael as the perpetrator and blame him.. why not
Perhaps it was a bad place and a bad time to show up to this gathering. He was a new member, he'd spent the past few days trespassing on their territory, he refused to speak when spoken to - anyone present with half a brain and enough preexisting suspicions could put the pieces together.
Michael flexes his paws in the dirt, a mild comfort in an otherwise tenuous situation. Uncertainty clings to the edges of his neutral expression as he looks from Goldenluxury, to Crow as he shouts, then to Arrow as he listens to her reasoning. He eventually falls upon Goldenluxury again, and at the bitterness of her words he takes a careful step back. He doesn't like this. He doesn't like being called a suspect - he doesn't like Crow, he decides all at once, because there's too many variables to all of this and yet he wants everyone to be able to explain themselves without flaw. And Michael can't explain himself, he didn't do anything, but he was told he was bad and the memory of bad things makes him think that maybe part of this was his fault. His mind rapid cycles between worry and anger. He doesn't like Goldenluxury's clan, wherever she's from, he doesn't like the words she uses and the anger that flits from one mouth to another and -
He's breathing too hard. Hyperventilating, almost. Black spots dance in the corners of his eyes and he clenches his jaw to settle himself, tail lashing but still working to keep him steady. Michael feels his jaw click and he thinks that he's probably drawing attention to his own condition, but he doesn't care right now - he just wants all of this to stop.
ooc. lmao feel free to mistake michael as the perpetrator and blame him.. why not
[align=center][div style="text-align:right;width:59%;font-family:verdana;"][font=verdana][size=11pt][color=transparent][url=https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=13462.0][color=black][b][i]LET HIM WHO THINKS HE KNOWS NO FEAR
LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE
LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE