how I despise your need for stupid conversation;; open - joining

[michael t.]

Wow, all the really weird shit totally crawled out of the woodwork just for them, huh? Maybe the other groups like Tanglewood also got strange goopy hybrid beasts that caused people to stare, but Michael certainly felt like the Typhoon was a hot spot for them as of late. Still, there was no way he was gonna be as rude about this as Trygve had chosen to be, and plus, this weird dragon snail thing seemed to be... family? Somewhat? Either way, the fugitive found himself making his way over, coming to a pause beside Trygve and hesitating, the gears in his head turning wildly as he strained with how to introduce himself to Lutum. Just like with everybody else, right? Right. Taking a deep breath, he nudged Ry before speaking, "Uh... hey there big guy. My name's Michael. Michael De Santa. I live here too, and I guess I'm... sorta related to you? Roxie has basically adopted me as her brother, so that makes us... somethin'." Michael had never really known much about family trees or lines, nor did he know much about how people were connected within them – especially when adoption was involved – so he couldn't say for sure what he was to Lutum. If the strange hybrid would even accept him as anything, and not just some strange bobcat talking to him in a far too friendly way.

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