02-23-2020, 03:12 PM
Admittedly, Michael had not welcomed many people into the Typhoon yet. Not because he didn't have the desire to – although meeting new people always did put him on edge, worried they were in the grand majority that wanted his head on a platter – but rather because he hadn't been here long enough to see many come around. However, even with his relative inexperience, the male felt like something was off about this particular encounter. Michael knew full well that he could sometimes get a little stuck inside his own head, too focused on his thoughts to really think about what he was doing, but Bokarsi seemed to take it to a new extreme. As if their head was always off in the clouds, processing far too many thoughts at once. At least, that was the impression that Michael got as Bo looked at him, their eyes flicking from his fur, to his jewelry, before finally landing upon his bandages. It made him shift uncomfortably, feeling vaguely like he did when Caustic had looked at him in the Pitt. It wasn't quite the same feeling, but it was unnervingly similar.
Thankfully, he was wrenched from his worries before long by the sound of Bokarsi speaking up, finally introducing their self. Bokarsi was an... odd name, but that was far from the most obvious thing to judge about them, so Michael just let it slide, nodding his head mutely. When asked about what exactly the Typhoon was, the bobcat found himself floundering a bit, wishing there was someone else here. It wasn't as if he didn't know about where he was, but Roxie's lessons had been slow, especially with both of them injured. Still, he pushed through, faking a little toothy smile as he responded, "Ah, well... we're not exactly either of those things, but we do live on this territory, which is kinda like a city. The Typhoon is a group, y'know? We're all together in one clan and we live here. We got a leader and a tavern and all that shit... generally I think we don't like havin' people here much without them joining." He could've been wrong about that particular little detail, but it sure didn't seem like anybody was too keen to just have strangers wandering around their territory around here.
Thankfully, he was wrenched from his worries before long by the sound of Bokarsi speaking up, finally introducing their self. Bokarsi was an... odd name, but that was far from the most obvious thing to judge about them, so Michael just let it slide, nodding his head mutely. When asked about what exactly the Typhoon was, the bobcat found himself floundering a bit, wishing there was someone else here. It wasn't as if he didn't know about where he was, but Roxie's lessons had been slow, especially with both of them injured. Still, he pushed through, faking a little toothy smile as he responded, "Ah, well... we're not exactly either of those things, but we do live on this territory, which is kinda like a city. The Typhoon is a group, y'know? We're all together in one clan and we live here. We got a leader and a tavern and all that shit... generally I think we don't like havin' people here much without them joining." He could've been wrong about that particular little detail, but it sure didn't seem like anybody was too keen to just have strangers wandering around their territory around here.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan