04-06-2020, 11:56 PM
In all honesty, Michael hadn't done much with his home since he had first joined the Typhoon, which had been quite a while ago now. The most he had ever bothered to change about his hut was basically just making it better for his pet rats, allowing them to have an area to scamper around in without escaping. In addition to this, he was constantly adding on to his piles of goodies, hoarding jewelry, gems, and everything else he could get his thieving paws on like a lazy dragon. Trevor had occasionally complained about the bobcat sort of just stashing things away like a packrat, but Michael couldn't help it. He was so used to needing to move from place to place pretty damn fast, so he liked to find hiding places for things that only he knew about. That way, in case he needed to get the fuck out quickly and without violence, he knew where to grab his things and run. It wasn't exactly a system that was needed anymore, given he was now living within the Typhoon quite comfortably, but it was still one he stuck to. Just in case something finally snapped, and he was run out like he always was.
The bobcat had been on the way to the tavern for some drinks when he heard Blits's voice, the other's questions immediately making him wince. He was genuinely offering to help this time, but the fugitive could only imagine how this could devolve into stupidity eventually. Despite this, he found himself heading towards the other's voice, rather than away. It seemed as though one of the newcomers was moving in, and the thief found himself curious as to what kind of house they had managed to nab. Once he had found his way over to Blits's side, Michael craned his head upwards a bit, looking over the hut that Gamelia had chosen to occupy. It was bigger than his, and a fair deal nicer too – although that might've just been because of her cleaning efforts thus far. Either way, the bobcat found himself letting out a low whistle, saying afterwards with a dry chuckle, "Wow Gamelia, you ended up findin' yourself a real nice place, huh? I hope you're plannin' on having a house warming party at some point." Perhaps Gamelia had unnerved him a little bit at her initial joining, but overall she seemed pretty chill, which made Michael allow himself to relax. Somewhat.
The bobcat had been on the way to the tavern for some drinks when he heard Blits's voice, the other's questions immediately making him wince. He was genuinely offering to help this time, but the fugitive could only imagine how this could devolve into stupidity eventually. Despite this, he found himself heading towards the other's voice, rather than away. It seemed as though one of the newcomers was moving in, and the thief found himself curious as to what kind of house they had managed to nab. Once he had found his way over to Blits's side, Michael craned his head upwards a bit, looking over the hut that Gamelia had chosen to occupy. It was bigger than his, and a fair deal nicer too – although that might've just been because of her cleaning efforts thus far. Either way, the bobcat found himself letting out a low whistle, saying afterwards with a dry chuckle, "Wow Gamelia, you ended up findin' yourself a real nice place, huh? I hope you're plannin' on having a house warming party at some point." Perhaps Gamelia had unnerved him a little bit at her initial joining, but overall she seemed pretty chill, which made Michael allow himself to relax. Somewhat.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow] ![[Image: Sx2KbYd.png]](https://i.imgur.com/Sx2KbYd.png)
— Reggan