where the others are - joining

[michael t.]

Michael was hardly the most qualified person to deal with someone in the middle of a panic attack. Blits hadn't quite hit that level yet, but his emotional turmoil was already beginning to make the con man's chest tighten uncomfortably, wanting to pull himself from the entire situation. Seeing as, up until recently, Michael hadn't known much about the four major groups either, he wasn't exactly in the best position to help Blits figure out how he had gotten here, either. Thankfully for the bobcat, his saving grace arrived in the form of the female who was like a sister to him, Roxie. He felt the slight tension in his small form lessen when she came over, their pelts brushing together in greeting as he sighed. He was beginning to get worried that he wouldn't be seeing as much of Roxie lately, given the steady swell of her belly and the fact that she would eventually be confined to her home until the kits came if she wanted them to be birthed comfortably. Hopefully Greed would be back by then, or Michael was going to go out and hunt the fucker down himself. After all, a mother didn't deserve to be all on her own when she delivered little ones into the world. Even someone as morally iffy as Michael knew that to be true.

Unfortunately for all of them, it seemed as though Blits would not be an easy case to crack. Mikey already found himself wincing when the brightly colored male mentioned that it wasn't raining, his first instinct to snap out with something akin to it's a fucking name, idiot. If he did that though, Roxie would probably be less than pleased with him, so instead he focused on how he could help, limited as his options were, "M'name's Michael, since we're doin' all the introductions and shit. Michael De Santa. And yeah, I live here too." He was fairly certain of Keona's status as a member of the group as well, but he didn't want to talk over the girl, figuring she could introduce herself. Shifting his paws a little bit against the sandy earth, Michael felt slightly comforted from his awkwardness by the faint clink of his jewelry knocking together, his attention once again drawn to Blits's own accessories. At least this guy seemed like enough of a dumbass that it wouldn't be hard to swipe them. Michael chose to stop thinking about that, for his own good more than anyone else's, "And this is a place. The Typhoon is just what we call ourselves and is the name of our group as a whole. It isn't a real storm." That should be obvious, his brain chanted once again, and he gritted his teeth to keep silent. God, he really needed to work on this whole "first instinct is to be an asshole" thing he had going on.

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