02-26-2020, 02:34 AM
Up until very recently, Michael had been a sort of stranger in a strange land as well, also separated from his... well. Boyfriend was a strong word. Partner in crime was more accurate, really. The point was, that Michael had been separated from the man he cared a great deal about, and had now been from one group he knew nothing about to another group that he knew nothing about. That was partially his own fault, for spending the majority of his life hidden away in the loner lands where he never paid attention to any of the gossip about the larger groups. He had figured he would never have to worry about them, since causing trouble with them was practically a death wish, and despite his and Trevor's profession, he didn't actually want to get buried twelve feet under at such a young age. It was obvious that Michael's situation was a bit different from Blits's situation, since he wasn't going from the drastic leap of one entire universe to another one, but he certainly felt out of his element, even now with a little bit of time to adjust, and even with his boyfr- partner in crime returned to him. He felt a little more at ease, considering he was now in a group full of pirates who hardly gave a shit if he stole as long as he made sure he didn't get himself caught, but that was still a lot different from the older days, when he and T had just been going freely from place to place, with no limits on either of them to hold them down anywhere. Michael wasn't sure if he liked that more, or this current way of life more. He supposed he would need some more time to properly make the comparison, especially with a certain important coyote now around.
Either way, the look of confusion and vague panic that current lingered on Blits's face was one that could be considered familiar to Michael, and the bobcat found himself frowning as he padded over, actually feeling a little bit bad for the strange creature. Just a mite, though. What Michael found himself most focused on when he found himself coming up beside Keona, truly, was the metal bands that Blits possessed around his arms. They were shiny and eye catching, and the gold ones sort of matched with Michael's general jewelry aesthetic... his blue eyes were faintly gleaming as he thought about how they would help his entire collection, even if they would be a bit big on him. However, he held himself back from saying or doing anything that could be considered strange, mainly for his own benefit. After all, if he started saying or doing weird shit, then suspicions would probably be raised higher for when he did something in the future. So, instead of allowing his gaze to linger on Blits's bits of jewelry, the slightly chubby dark feline forced his eyes upwards, to meet the brightly colored creature's gaze. It was easier to look the other in the eye, since the sharp and bright coloration of his body sort of made Michael want to recoil, even when he was only truly seeing it with one eye.
I'm lost. The phrasing of it was so simple and to the point that Michael might've thought this poor guy was a child, if it weren't for the fact that he seemed fully grown for... whatever exactly he was. His words were coming out in a frantic rush, and the thief briefly considered just leaving this one to Keona to deal with, since she no doubt had more experience with possible joiners, and his wounds were beginning to ache again from being out so long. Still, that would probably be fairly rude and might make Keona less likely to interact with him in the future – something he didn't really want considering his connection to Roxanne – so he forced himself to speak up, plastering on a fake and toothy smile, "Ah... chill out a little bit, alright? Panickin' probably isn't gonna help your situation at all. If you're looking for where you are, then I can answer that. You're in the Typhoon. We're a group of pirates that lives on the territory you see around you, and we're on the island attached to the bigger island... any of that ringin' any bells?" Something told Michael that alone wouldn't be enough for Blits – perhaps it was just the slightly braindead look the other possessed beneath the panicked one – but it was all he had for the moment.
Either way, the look of confusion and vague panic that current lingered on Blits's face was one that could be considered familiar to Michael, and the bobcat found himself frowning as he padded over, actually feeling a little bit bad for the strange creature. Just a mite, though. What Michael found himself most focused on when he found himself coming up beside Keona, truly, was the metal bands that Blits possessed around his arms. They were shiny and eye catching, and the gold ones sort of matched with Michael's general jewelry aesthetic... his blue eyes were faintly gleaming as he thought about how they would help his entire collection, even if they would be a bit big on him. However, he held himself back from saying or doing anything that could be considered strange, mainly for his own benefit. After all, if he started saying or doing weird shit, then suspicions would probably be raised higher for when he did something in the future. So, instead of allowing his gaze to linger on Blits's bits of jewelry, the slightly chubby dark feline forced his eyes upwards, to meet the brightly colored creature's gaze. It was easier to look the other in the eye, since the sharp and bright coloration of his body sort of made Michael want to recoil, even when he was only truly seeing it with one eye.
I'm lost. The phrasing of it was so simple and to the point that Michael might've thought this poor guy was a child, if it weren't for the fact that he seemed fully grown for... whatever exactly he was. His words were coming out in a frantic rush, and the thief briefly considered just leaving this one to Keona to deal with, since she no doubt had more experience with possible joiners, and his wounds were beginning to ache again from being out so long. Still, that would probably be fairly rude and might make Keona less likely to interact with him in the future – something he didn't really want considering his connection to Roxanne – so he forced himself to speak up, plastering on a fake and toothy smile, "Ah... chill out a little bit, alright? Panickin' probably isn't gonna help your situation at all. If you're looking for where you are, then I can answer that. You're in the Typhoon. We're a group of pirates that lives on the territory you see around you, and we're on the island attached to the bigger island... any of that ringin' any bells?" Something told Michael that alone wouldn't be enough for Blits – perhaps it was just the slightly braindead look the other possessed beneath the panicked one – but it was all he had for the moment.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan