COME LAY WITH ME ON THE GROUND / human au

[michael t.]

Michael rather liked the territory that the Typhoon occupied. So much so that he would sometimes find himself wandering around it even when he wasn't looking for something to steal, or a sister to harass for cookies. It wasn't often that he found himself wandering for so long that the sun went down, but today was one of those days, where the dark haired male was surprised when he looked up and there was no longer a brightly glowing ball of fire cutting through the clouds. He felt a faint shiver run down his spine, as if nature itself was protesting the horrid warm weather outfit he was wearing, which consisted of tennis shorts, a white t shirt, and a horribly pattern hawaiian shirt tucked into said shorts. He had considered it the perfect outfit for when the sun was high in the sky and the sand beneath his feet was warm, but now all of that was gone, and he found himself rushing towards home, eager to be out of the cold.

He paused in his rush, however, when the scent of smoke hit his nose, as well as the sound of a soft yet confident voice. Glancing around, it took a moment for the half blind male to pinpoint where the singing was coming from, although he found himself smiling when he caught sight of Goldie. Moving over to the small fire, Michael stretched his arms high over his head before he moved to sit down, just leaning back a little to listen to Goldie's pleasant singing. His aviators remained perched on his nose, hiding his closed gaze from view as his jewelry swung lightly with the wind, glinting in the low light.

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