message received - slight injury

[michael t.]

Truth be told, Michael had little idea of what Blits was either. This wasn't exactly the craziest thing in the world, considering for a long while of his life, the bobcat hadn't known what many creatures were. Born to a pair of bobcats and essentially banned from having friends in fear of them ending up hurt by his father, Michael had essentially only known what his own species looked like for the longest time. In fact, when Michael had finally escaped from the clutches of his abusive father and absent mother and ended up with Trevor, he had hardly had a clue what the other male was. He had been confused by the canine's spindly legs, long snout, and long tail. Over time and traveling with his partner in crime, Michael had come to know much more about the world around him, and had learned the names and traits of many a species, learning how to identify their weaknesses and take them down if it became necessary. However, even with all of that, the thief had no earthly idea what Blits could've been. He obviously seemed like some kind of bird, but he was hardly like any bird that the bobcat had seen, used to most birds not being anywhere near as large as Blits. Michael had already identified several weaknesses in the other male – as he did with everyone – but they weren't really based off of species assumptions, mainly because Michael had absolutely no reference point to go off of for that.

One thing that Michael had definitely identified as a weakness for Blits was his sheer stupidity. The fugitive had dealt with others in the past that were severely lacking in the intelligence department, but he had never exactly been a huge fan of those that weren't as smart as he was, with his constant plans and strategizing – even if he was severely lacking in his own areas, such as a poor moral compass and romantic awkwardness. It was easy for him to become angered in the presence of the mentally impaired, and Blits was no exception, with the other's antics often leading to Michael having to monitor his own blood pressure to make sure he didn't have a heart attack. If he had known what Blits had done to get himself injured, he probably would've initially responded with confused rage... and then immediately follow it up with laughing at the other's pain. Michael was becoming a better person thanks to the Typhoon's influence, but he was fairly sure there would never be a time where he wouldn't laugh at the pain of an idiot – especially when one's own idiocy led to the pain in the first place.

The bobcat had been emerging from the tavern when he saw Blits, Aphra, and Octane, all three of them talking amongst themselves. He considered just ignoring the impromptu gathering and moving along on his way, but ultimately decided to head over, his dark paws leading him to Octane's side. As he sat down, there was the faint jingle of his own jewelry, and he once again found himself eyeing Blits's golden rings almost hungrily before he forced his eyes away, to focus on the birdlike being himself, instead. Processing what had already been said by Aphra and Octane, Michael nodded firmly before he spoke, a heavy sigh leaving him in preparation for whatever was about to leave Blits's mouth, "I'm... I'm with her, the fuck did you even do to end up injurin' yourself?" He ignored Octane's comment for now, mainly for the sake of his own sanity. He wouldn't ever be able to understand people that enjoyed physical pain just for the hell of it.

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