FAKE / intro

[michael t.]

Trygve. Well, it certainly was an... interesting name for the kid to have. Michael had messed up the pronunciation of it the first few times he had made an attempt, and he had actually taken to just calling the little one "Try" when he and Roxie spoke about the kids. He couldn't critique Roxie's name choices too hard, considering how much she had laid into him about what an awful name Jimmy was – which he still didn't agree with, but he had grown tired of trying to argue for it. He supposed that Trygve was hardly the worst name he had ever heard in his lift. It wasn't something like "Fang" or "Mayhem" or some of the other awful tryhard names the bobcat had come across on his travels with Trevor. He wasn't sure what it was about criminals that made them want to pick the most edgy and awful aliases possible, but it had certainly made it hard not to laugh right in their faces when they introduced themselves. In fact, he even had a few times, against his better judgement – those were the times when he and Trev ended up bolting, or the coyote saved his ass miraculously.

The male had emerged from his house that day fairly early, having gotten to bed early the previous night as well. He and Trevor had gotten drunk and played yahtzee around noon, so he'd been tuckered out pretty effectively. Luckily his alcohol tolerance was enough that he didn't have too much of a hangover when he woke up, but putting on all of his jewelry had taken a little bit more time than usual. When he finally emerged from his home all blinged up, Michael had been startled to already hear three voices from a little bit of a ways down the beach. Were other people really up this early too? He wasn't sure he was quite ready for social interaction without some coffee or food, but considering one of the voices in question sounded young... it had to be one of Roxie's kids. Sighing heavily, Michael slowly moved over, nodding a bit when he saw that it was Trygve. Shit, he'd better say hello, and make sure things go well... Rox would put his head on a pike if Try had a bad first day out. Offering the kid a tired smile, the feline mumbled as he sat down in the sand, "Hey, kid. I already know you, but y'might not remember my name since you got told pretty young... I'm Michael. Your Mom's brother." Adoptive brother, technically, but he didn't really feel the need to make the distinction. They looked different enough, after all, and Michael sure as hell didn't have shapeshifting, so.

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