[ standing by the water fountain ] joining

[michael t.]

Sometimes, Michael was truly struck by just how wildly Trevor's words could contrast with his actions and emotions. The bobcat found himself wincing a little but at the litany of curses that left the coyote's mouth at first, even though he really should've been expecting that after what he had done. Still, even after his little miniature tirade, T was still pressing forward into his space, the other's cold nose pressing affectionately against him. Normally he would've pushed the other quickly away, fumbling with his words and the heat rising to his face, but... he'd missed Trevor so much that he couldn't even begin to imagine doing that. So, instead he leaned into the touch, his voice a soft mutter as he responded, "Sorry, I thought... I thought I was doing the right thing. I did it for you... I'll explain more later, when we're alone." He was aware of just how that sounded after the fact, but it wasn't as if he could take it back now. He was going to continue, but then Trevor asked him about his appearance, causing the male to pause and glance down, "Oh, this. I... uh... well. I sort of got attacked. Well, not quite. I wasn't the one who got attacked, but I jumped in to protect somebody who was bein' attacked, and this happened... plus there's some stuff from before that from torture..." He trailed off slightly as he inspected his own wounds, prodding at the bandages as he tried to remember which were from the dire wolf attack and which were from the Lost.

It was then that Michael turned his attention to Roxie, catching the tail end of her gentle scolding. He offered her a crooked smile before he responded, his one uncovered blue eye gleaming, "Sorry, Rox... didn't mean to push myself so much. Just got... caught up in the moment, I suppose." She then continued, now focusing her attention on the both of them, a fact that caused Michael's face to heat up considerably beneath his pelt. Lovebirds? Is that what they came off as to others? He opened and closed his muzzle pathetically, struggling to find the right words in his flustered state, when Trevor spoke up, declining the offer for marigold. Michael quickly took the opportunity to move on from the lovebirds comment, looking up at the coyote and huffing, "T. She asked your name and business too, dumbass. Roxie, this is Trevor. As for his business here... well, I'm assuming he's here for me. So I guess joining?" It would've been a bold assumption to make, had Michael been anyone besides himself.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]