02-10-2020, 08:16 PM
Michael supposed that the first to arrive on the scene being someone who didn't want to fucking kill him on sight was a bonus. That meant, hopefully, that this place hadn't heard of him, and he wasn't about to escape from one enemy group to be snatched up by yet another. However, Michael's relief and happiness was short lived, because the canine that showed up first was... odd. Michael definitely had experience with odd canines in the past, both from enemies and from Trevor, but he had never seen someone so utterly delighted at the sight of someone's injuries. Caustic's eyes were glittering with excitement, and his tail was wagging frantically from side to side behind him, and Michael could feel his skin crawl beneath his thick pelt. Sure, maybe he didn't really feel remorse when he killed people, and hell, maybe there were even times where he took satisfaction in wrenching life from others, but he didn't have a manic glee in him like Caustic seemed to currently have, staring down at him like a fresh piece of meat. It made him feel like the prey to Caustic's predator, and his ears pinned down against his head, his lips pulling back in a snarl briefly. He was ready to fight until that last bit of energy was expelled from his body and he finally succumbed to his wounds, if necessary, but thankfully he didn't even get as far as snapping at Caustic, since the other was speaking up in a gruff tone.
Dr. Caustic. The title didn't really put him any more at ease, since Caustic was still staring like that, but what choice did he have, really? This guy was willing to help him out, and if he didn't get some help soon, he knew that he was going to bleed out. Forcing his fur to lay down flat and his mouth to pull from its current rage filled snarling expression, Michael just stared at Caustic for a long moment, taking in everything about the other male, searching for weaknesses. Eventually he let his head rest back down against the earth, his voice tired as he meowed, "...Alright, I guess. I don't know what the hell a 'Pitt' is, but if you're willing to help me, I'll fuckin' take it." He could've sounded a little bit more grateful and he knew as much, but he also found that he didn't really care. If this Dr. Caustic guy was gonna keep staring at his wounds like he was aching to stick a paw in them, then why should Michael be nice? At least he wasn't being all fucking creepy.
The bobcat let his head lay heavily against the ground, staying still as Caustic had order him to do. As he did so, he kept his side pressed securely against his bag, protecting everything that was within. He knew he still had his glasses and whiskey inside, as well as his cigarettes and jewelry. It was all stuff he very much didn't want stolen from him – not after all of the effort that he had gone through to steal it for himself. However, his mind was wrenched from thinking about his possessions when a sudden annoying buzzing filled his ears. His eyes narrowed a little as he looked around, his head swinging from side to side to cover the ground that his left eye couldn't grasp. When he caught sight of Astiar, his entire body tensed up considerably, a string of curses leaving him as he shifted away, pressing back firmly against the tree behind him. It hurt like hell to disturb his wounds in such a way, but he found that he didn't care, just hissing, "Fuckin' A! What the hell is that thing? Why the fuck is it buzzing at me?" He had never seen anything like Astiar before, and while he was fairly sure if he was in a more lucid state he could identify its weakness, he wasn't exactly in tip top condition at the moment. The blistering ache currently running through his wounds was enough to remind him of that.
Dr. Caustic. The title didn't really put him any more at ease, since Caustic was still staring like that, but what choice did he have, really? This guy was willing to help him out, and if he didn't get some help soon, he knew that he was going to bleed out. Forcing his fur to lay down flat and his mouth to pull from its current rage filled snarling expression, Michael just stared at Caustic for a long moment, taking in everything about the other male, searching for weaknesses. Eventually he let his head rest back down against the earth, his voice tired as he meowed, "...Alright, I guess. I don't know what the hell a 'Pitt' is, but if you're willing to help me, I'll fuckin' take it." He could've sounded a little bit more grateful and he knew as much, but he also found that he didn't really care. If this Dr. Caustic guy was gonna keep staring at his wounds like he was aching to stick a paw in them, then why should Michael be nice? At least he wasn't being all fucking creepy.
The bobcat let his head lay heavily against the ground, staying still as Caustic had order him to do. As he did so, he kept his side pressed securely against his bag, protecting everything that was within. He knew he still had his glasses and whiskey inside, as well as his cigarettes and jewelry. It was all stuff he very much didn't want stolen from him – not after all of the effort that he had gone through to steal it for himself. However, his mind was wrenched from thinking about his possessions when a sudden annoying buzzing filled his ears. His eyes narrowed a little as he looked around, his head swinging from side to side to cover the ground that his left eye couldn't grasp. When he caught sight of Astiar, his entire body tensed up considerably, a string of curses leaving him as he shifted away, pressing back firmly against the tree behind him. It hurt like hell to disturb his wounds in such a way, but he found that he didn't care, just hissing, "Fuckin' A! What the hell is that thing? Why the fuck is it buzzing at me?" He had never seen anything like Astiar before, and while he was fairly sure if he was in a more lucid state he could identify its weakness, he wasn't exactly in tip top condition at the moment. The blistering ache currently running through his wounds was enough to remind him of that.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan