Left my heart in rocky hill [p, Michael]

[michael t.]

The beginning of Octane's statement caused Michael to snort, his muzzle faintly twitching up into a smile for a moment before he shoved it down. It was rude to be amused by such brutal honesty, but... the thief just couldn't help it. It was probably good that Octane was able to recognized his flaws – or rather, the fallout of his flaws – but to hear it put in such a blunt way... it reminded Michael of himself when he went on some of his more self destructive rants. The bobcat found himself snorting again when Octane continued, the cheetah's thoughts coming out in a free flow that didn't even stop for a moment to think of the consequences of his words. Michael was one to be easily angered, but not usually by offhand comments by that. Especially not since... well, the other was right. Michael had been through some shit in his life, and he usually wasn't scared to admit it. He liked to think he had come out stronger because of it, but... there were still some times where he knew that wasn't true. Gritting his teeth for a moment, the fugitive hastily shook his head, as if physically trying to shoo those thoughts away. He was supposed to be helping out Octane right now – whether he wanted to or not, really – not wallowing in self pity.

Once Octane finally reached the end of his frantic rambling, Michael found himself... sort of at a loss. He honestly sort've wished he could've helped easily – both for his own sake and Octane's – but the other hadn't exactly put forth an easy question to answer. Eventually the dark furred feline just shrugged, murmuring softly as he glanced around the mostly dark house, "I don't... I don't even really know how to answer that. Truth be told, I've got no idea why people here like me so much. Especially since, in the past, I've been told to go fuck myself plenty of times for my personality in the past." He winced a bit as he remembered those incidents, primarily the one's involving the fluffy face of Amanda twisted in fury. He hastily continued, eager to move on, "But... even if I can't exactly pinpoint why they like me, I think I can kinda see why people dislike you. I mean, c'mon Octane. Not everybody is Caustic. Not everybody can put up with that bullshit you do where you needle at people just to get them to pay you some fuckin' attention. Eventually people get tired of that, and they just disengage to save themselves the trouble." Perhaps his words we're a little harsh, but he was still very much exhausted from being woken up, not to mention he had never been one to go soft on others.

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