02-14-2020, 10:08 PM
Michael hadn't entirely known what he was doing when he moved in beside Caustic. On one hand he sort of did, since he had definitely noticed the wolf and been intrigued by whatever the hell he was doing. On the other hand, he had chosen to move into the caves mostly for his own reasons. They were nice and private the majority of the time, which not only worked for Caustic but he as well, since it meant he could plot things out and listen to recordings uninterrupted. In addition to that, it was nice and fortified, which meant that anybody coming for the numerous bounties on Michael's head would be in for one hell of a time. Still, the bobcat found himself heavily regretting his choice of residency when Caustic came into view, the other male's eyes curious before becoming excited. For a moment, Michael thought that perhaps one of his bandages had become ripped, and Caustic was staring at that. However, he followed the line of the other's gaze, his chest tightening when he saw that Caustic was looking at the recorder. Michael found himself hastily pushing the recorder further into his side, almost protectively. It was all he had left of Trevor, and he had very little intention of losing it to the wolf in front of him.
Michael found himself wondering, for a brief moment, if Caustic had some sort of Valentine's day plans, and a pang of jealousy ran through him. He hoped not, because that would just be the ultimate blow. He was here, stuck without the only person in the world he gave a damn about – for the moment – and yet Caustic, the weirdo living in the cave next door doing God knows what, had Valentine's day plans. Thankfully, this didn't seem to be the case. The bobcat rose his muzzle skyward for a moment, opening his mouth and detecting no hint of anything, save for his own scent and Caustic's, along with whatever concoctions the other was brewing next door. It put him slightly at ease, but he still found himself twisting around to grab his whiskey again, taking another long chug. While the burn was still settling in his chest, he laughed dryly at Caustic's observation, "Congratulations buddy, you win genius of the year for figuring that shit out." His voice was sharp and slightly bitter, and just the sound of it in his own ears made him wince. God, he was pathetic. He really needed to do something, just so he'd stop with this awful pining. Chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment, Michael sighed before he spoke again, pushing the bottle of whiskey a little in Caustic's direction, "Fuck... I sounded like a dick there. Sorry, here." Without watching if Caustic accepted his offer or not, the feline just continued with his mumbling as he laid his chin down against cold stone, "You're right about me bein' 'in distress.' Nothing serious, though. Just... fuckin' hate Valentine's day right now." It didn't give much info as to why, but Michael had little doubt that Caustic would ask follow up questions.
Michael found himself wondering, for a brief moment, if Caustic had some sort of Valentine's day plans, and a pang of jealousy ran through him. He hoped not, because that would just be the ultimate blow. He was here, stuck without the only person in the world he gave a damn about – for the moment – and yet Caustic, the weirdo living in the cave next door doing God knows what, had Valentine's day plans. Thankfully, this didn't seem to be the case. The bobcat rose his muzzle skyward for a moment, opening his mouth and detecting no hint of anything, save for his own scent and Caustic's, along with whatever concoctions the other was brewing next door. It put him slightly at ease, but he still found himself twisting around to grab his whiskey again, taking another long chug. While the burn was still settling in his chest, he laughed dryly at Caustic's observation, "Congratulations buddy, you win genius of the year for figuring that shit out." His voice was sharp and slightly bitter, and just the sound of it in his own ears made him wince. God, he was pathetic. He really needed to do something, just so he'd stop with this awful pining. Chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment, Michael sighed before he spoke again, pushing the bottle of whiskey a little in Caustic's direction, "Fuck... I sounded like a dick there. Sorry, here." Without watching if Caustic accepted his offer or not, the feline just continued with his mumbling as he laid his chin down against cold stone, "You're right about me bein' 'in distress.' Nothing serious, though. Just... fuckin' hate Valentine's day right now." It didn't give much info as to why, but Michael had little doubt that Caustic would ask follow up questions.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan