tantalizing light - beach sweep

[michael t.]

Michael Townley had met quite a few downright stupid people in his life. It was pretty much impossible to, considering how much his line of work sometimes just required thugs in order to get things done. In fact, some people would consider his best friend and partner in crime, Trevor, to be pretty stupid. However, Michael knew better than those people, because he knew that Trevor had the capacity to be incredibly smart, and incredibly malicious. He just needed the right circumstances, and to not be as high as a fucking kite – although Trevor himself would disagree, claiming that drugs gave him a sense of clarity. Needless to say though, Michael liked to think that he knew stupid. Blits, though? Blits was an entirely different level. Blits was what could only possibly be described as advanced stupid. He was, quite possibly, on a level of stupidity that was on par with the quantum physics of dumbasses. His particular brand of utter nonsense was so confusing and complex that it was enough to make someone's head hurt, and it had already managed to make Michael's head hurt many times – and he had only known Blits a few days. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it must've been like to be near the guy all the time, or worse, be married to him. If Blits wasn't just making up the supposed husband he had, then the guy had to have the patience of a saint.

Up until he encountered Blits, Michael had spent most of the day fishing. He had never really lived in a place that had a large quantity of water, and certainly hadn't been anywhere that fishing had been a somewhat reliable method of obtaining food, so he had been pretty excited. He had wanted to figure out how to get better at the act of fishing itself, so that he could stop swiping from the food pile or nabbing stuff off of the fishing NPCs. He normally didn't have an issue with stealing, but he felt like he would get more satisfaction out of doing it himself. By the time he was heading back to his home that day, he was slightly sore from being hunched near the edge of a dock, but he was ultimately content. He had gotten a little better at his fishing technique, and had even gotten a couple of big ones that could feed him and Trevor both for a couple of days, if needed. However, this pleasant mood was soured near immediately when Michael caught sight of Blits. Part of the fugitive just wanted to turn and walk away, and not engage at all with whatever the fuck the bird creature was trying to accomplish. Unfortunately, he could feel that familiar ache in the back of his skull that told him to go and ask, sighing heavily at his own curiosity.

Moving over to where Blits was sweeping, the bobcat sort of just... stared, for along moment. Just watching, as if he were trying to determine if what seemed to be happening was actually happening. Eventually he spoke, his voice hoarse from utter disappointment in the world for letting Blits in, "You... Blits, what the fuck are you doing? Did you swing your head around too fast lookin' for hubby and now what little brain cells you have left slipped out?" Okay, maybe that was a little bit harsh, but come on. Michael had actually been having a good goddamn day before he ran into this shit.

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