02-17-2020, 07:35 PM
Michael, unlike Caustic, was extremely well acquainted with petty thievery. Hell, he had made an entire life built around stealing from others and taking what he wanted. Because of this, he knew well how to 9dentify when somebody was looking to snatch something, and he could see that look in Caustic's eyes when he saw the recorder. It made the bobcat tense, and part of him wanted to tell the wolf to fuck off back to his own cave so that he could remain alone to wallow in his sorrows. However, he also wasn't particularly keen on eating his own fucking teeth at the moment, so he kept his mouth shut, just letting his short tail curl protectively over the recorder, just in case. Watching as Caustic sniffed at the bottle that had been pushed in front of him, Michael found himself wondering if whiskey somehow wasn't good enough for Caustic, or if he had done something wrong in offering it. He opened his muzzle to ask, but the wolf was already lumbering off, leaving Michael sitting in confusion. Had he pissed Caustic off somehow? Had the other heard some kind of screeching from his tests that Michael couldn't pick up on? Either way he wasn't given much time to ponder, since the answer came in the form of Caustic returning with a mug. The bobcat had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from chuckling as Caustic filled the mug halfway, finding the sight rather amusing. Like the whiskey was hot chocolate or something.
Michael smiled as the bottle was pushed back to him, and he took a big swig of the stuff before he heard Caustic's question. He wrinkled his nose a little bit, both at the bitter taste of the whiskey and the query shot in his direction. He sighed heavily after that, letting his paws remain loosely wrapped around the bottle as he looked down in thought. His blue eyes flicked back and forth as he tried to come up with a satisfactory answer, as if he were searching through page after page of responses. Eventually he just grumbled, shaking his head a bit, "I guess other personal reasoning, if you wanna put it like that. I'm just... missing how I spent a bunch of Valentine's days before this one. Had somebody else by my side then..." He glanced bitterly back at the recorder at his side, as if he could somehow turn the voices that left it into the real thing. As if he could just make Trevor suddenly emerge from the stone floor of the cave. Unfortunately nothing happened, just as expected.
Michael smiled as the bottle was pushed back to him, and he took a big swig of the stuff before he heard Caustic's question. He wrinkled his nose a little bit, both at the bitter taste of the whiskey and the query shot in his direction. He sighed heavily after that, letting his paws remain loosely wrapped around the bottle as he looked down in thought. His blue eyes flicked back and forth as he tried to come up with a satisfactory answer, as if he were searching through page after page of responses. Eventually he just grumbled, shaking his head a bit, "I guess other personal reasoning, if you wanna put it like that. I'm just... missing how I spent a bunch of Valentine's days before this one. Had somebody else by my side then..." He glanced bitterly back at the recorder at his side, as if he could somehow turn the voices that left it into the real thing. As if he could just make Trevor suddenly emerge from the stone floor of the cave. Unfortunately nothing happened, just as expected.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan