FIND SOME LOOT ☆ trevor

[michael t.]

Michael winced when Trevor raised his voice, knowing full well he deserved to be yelled at. He had faked his death, and he could see why that would be quite the punch to the gut for the coyote. However, Michael also knew the deeper reasoning to his actions, so he didn't feel as much guilt about it. Well... up until now, when he was face to face with who he had hurt. The bobcat shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at his paws with his one uncovered eye as he tried to think of how to explain. There was really no way to put it that would sound very... well, straight. He'd sacrificed practically everything for Trevor, because he... what? It sounded like a cheesy fucking romance novel, a guy potentially giving up his life to protect the safety of the one he loved. Michael's chest tightened at the thought, his ears pinning down. No, he didn't love Trevor. That was... that was out of the question. Desperately needing out of his own head, he mumbled softly, "I... fuckin' A. I did it for you, Trev. We... you remember how we were on the run from that gang. The Lost...? The ones that "killed" me? Well, before that ambush where I "died", they came to me and offered me a deal. They said they were going to keep huntin' us until both of us were killed, but they'd stop going after you if I let myself get captured..." He glanced to the side, biting into his cheek until he could taste blood, "I had them stage the whole fake death thing because I knew if you thought I was just captured, you'd go into their camp guns blazing and get yourself killed. I couldn't... I didn't want that to happen."

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