I WILL TURN THIS ------- CAR AROUND!! [o]

[michael t.]

Michael had been injured a great deal in the past, for quite a variety of different reasons. Usually it was because he had pissed someone off and they had identified that, of the pair of he and Trevor, he was the weaker target of the two of them. To his credit, Trevor certainly didn't do a bad job acting as grunt and bodyguard for his smaller counterpart, but the smaller criminal had a bad habit of getting himself on the shit list of a lot of different groups, and Trev couldn't always be around. Thankfully nothing had been able to take him out – at least not yet, anyways – but it meant that the bobcat knew well what it was like to be trapped inside a hiding place or base, bored out of your mind. Hell, he'd even done it fairly recently, recovering from the wounds that he had sustained going up against the dire wolf with Roxie. That recovery had been one of the easier ones, thankfully, since instead of a boring, puny two person camp with Trevor, Michael had the entirety of the Typhoon to keep him entertained whole he was injured. Or at least, the parts of the Typhoon he had been able to drag himself over to in his state. That had consisted mostly of just Roxie, Roan, and Trevor, but that had been enough to keep him entertained until he was back in "top" shape.

Unfortunately for Octane, the daredevil didn't even have a little support group like Michael had to get through his own injuries, so it was natural that he would begin to grow restless. Especially with the frantic, near endless energy the other seemed to exude. However, this didn't make it any less surprising to hear the heavy – and slightly annoying – beat of paws up against the wall of one of the nearby houses, something that caused Michael to pause in his trot. The thief had been eager to get the hell out of the rain, a fat fish pierced on his fangs as he had headed back towards his home, but it sounded as though maybe a detour would be more interesting. Michael cast one glance down at his fishy dinner before he sighed, heading towards Octane's home and placing the prey down near the door of the hut. The door was wide open, so Michael felt little shame in stepping inside without knocking, just clearing his throat as a way of announcing his presence, along with the usual faint jingle of his jewelry. He had begun to put it all on more often as of late, since he no longer had open or bandaged up wounds to worry about irritating.

The male felt his ears flatten down against his skull for a moment, mainly at the sound of Octane's slightly off key rendition of a song that sounded vaguely familiar, for reasons Michael couldn't remember. Perhaps Trevor had put it on one night, or insisted on singing his own rendition to Michael himself. Either way, the bobcat found himself wondering – not for the first time, mind you – what exactly Caustic saw in Octane. He'd sort of explained it on Valentine's Day, but Michael still just sort of stared at the cheetah in thought before he eventually spoke, "Octane? Uh... are you doin' alright? Cause normally people don't just go bangin' on their walls like a mental patient unless they're gettin' a bit desperate." His tone carried its usual faintly sardonic lilt, something that the bobcat was simply unable to truly get rid of. Somebody had once tried to tell him that it was a way of defending himself, putting a thick layer of sarcasm between him and anything that came his way, but he tried not to think about that.

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