02-20-2020, 12:21 AM
The male definitely knew what it was like, moving from place to place near constantly over the island. In terms of the major groups, he had only ever gone from the Pitt to the Typhoon, but in his days before all that? He had constantly been on the move, going from nameless little loner group to makeshift camp with Trevor and running and causing chaos all along the way. They could never stay in one place for too long, not if they wanted to survive to the next day. It had been a stressful way of existing, but Michael had loved it, to some extent. However, now that he was in the Typhoon...? He found that he liked this way of life a lot too. He liked being here, and allowing himself to grow attached to the others around him without saying goodbye to them the very next day. It would be perfect, if only he could have his old partner in crime back... still, there would be time to worry about that later. Time to go looking, once he wasn't such an injured state.
One might think that Michael shouldn't have been up and about after being so horribly injured, not only by the attack from that awful dire wolf creature, but also from his earlier torture wounds reopening. One would probably be right. However, Michael was the king of bad decisions. So, as soon as his legs had felt like they weren't going to give out from underneath him every other second, he had decided to go exploring. Just to stretch his legs out so that they wouldn't feel so stiff from laying in a damn bed all day. He had been out walking when the sharp ring of the bell had reached his ears, and the bobcat's head had snapped up slightly in surprise. He hesitated for a moment before he made his way over, blinking at the larger feline in front of him. His eyes very slowly scanned over Roman for a moment, silence filling the air as he categorized every little tic and possible weakness he could find, more out of habit than anything. Once he was done, his eyes flicked up to Roman's face, half hidden behind a pair of aviators with one wrapped over in bandages, still healing, "Hey there. I'm assumin' you're ringing the bell so that somebody will come, so... what're you in the Typhoon for?"
One might think that Michael shouldn't have been up and about after being so horribly injured, not only by the attack from that awful dire wolf creature, but also from his earlier torture wounds reopening. One would probably be right. However, Michael was the king of bad decisions. So, as soon as his legs had felt like they weren't going to give out from underneath him every other second, he had decided to go exploring. Just to stretch his legs out so that they wouldn't feel so stiff from laying in a damn bed all day. He had been out walking when the sharp ring of the bell had reached his ears, and the bobcat's head had snapped up slightly in surprise. He hesitated for a moment before he made his way over, blinking at the larger feline in front of him. His eyes very slowly scanned over Roman for a moment, silence filling the air as he categorized every little tic and possible weakness he could find, more out of habit than anything. Once he was done, his eyes flicked up to Roman's face, half hidden behind a pair of aviators with one wrapped over in bandages, still healing, "Hey there. I'm assumin' you're ringing the bell so that somebody will come, so... what're you in the Typhoon for?"
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan