leave her johnny, leave her | travelling merchants

[michael t.]

Merchants. Fucking merchants. Good god, Michael's maw was practically drooling as he made his way over, covered in an ungainly mixture of jewelry and bandages, aviators hanging lazily on his face and hiding the excitement in his eyes. He knew this was small time shit, wanting to snag stuff from a couple of dumb assholes who stumbled upon the border of this group that was his now, or at least for the moment. However, small time shit was all he could pull off at the moment, what with the wounds covering his body and the lack of his trusty, psychotic muscle. Fuck, he really needed to stop thinking about Trevor. Gritting his teeth, the bobcat found himself shaking his head before he plastered a fake yet convincing smile upon his muzzle. Reed and Goatus's inventory was huge and unwieldy, but Michael was sure that they had to have some good shit in there, like more jewelry and maybe some booze. Hell, even some form of cash that other groups would accept. Either way, no matter what kind of stuff they had in there, there was no way in hell that Michael was paying for any of it. Fuck that, bartering was a stupid system anyways, especially when it was just these two. They seemed dumb, and small. Granted, Michael himself was fairly small, but he could take these chucklefucks.

Coming up between Caustic and Noor, Michael glanced at the both of them for a moment before he allowed his gaze to travel back to the merchants. His tone was like ice when he spoke up, although it held a slightly enticing lilt, "Hey... the couple'a you got any jewelry in there? Maybe some booze? It'd really just, you know, brighten my day." He tried to keep the sarcasm from dripping off of his words in waves as he faced them, blue eyes scanning over the stash they had pulled behind them – albeit with only one of the azure orbs actually taking everything in. Part of him just wanted to drop all pretense and fucking attack. The crazy, angry little part of him that was just itching for a fucking fight after months of being held in captivity, forced to endure the attacks of others without any sort of outlet for the anger that simmered underneath the surface. However, he knew that wasn't the best plan right now. For one thing, Caustic seemed interesting in getting some things for himself, and Michael didn't really wanna fuck that up for the guy – he was big, and scary, without any sort of secret weapon in hand. For another thing, as much as Michael didn't really give a shit about kids that weren't related to him or anything like that, he also knew the rest of this new group of his probably wouldn't be overjoyed if Noor got hurt somehow in the tussle.

Michael's tail swung lazily through the air behind him as he eyed both Reed and Goatus, taking in the way that the both of them seemed to be utterly unprepared for the heat that the Pitt's territory provided. Granted, Michael himself was still adapting to the way that the heat was now jacked the fuck up, but the sight of them did give him an idea. Letting out a low hum, the bobcat rumbled as he sat back on his haunches, raising a glittery paw up to his chest, "Of course, if you've got what I want, I'd happily be willing to trade. However, I don't really have anything with me right now I'd be willing to trade... if you wanted something from my home, however, that would be fine. You'd have to come with me and pick something out. It's a cave, so it's very pleasant. Nice and cool. You're free to come after you deal with transactions from my friends here." If he could just lure them back to the caves... it would be so simple. Dig his claws into the dirt, teeth into Reed's skinny little neck. Caustic would get two new subjects and whatever he wanted, Michael would get a whole ton of shit, and everyone would be happy.

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