KEEP ME AWAKE, GIVE ME A FRIGHT ☆ trygve

[michael t.]

It really shouldn't have surprised Michael that Trygve thought he could've been lying. After all, Michael De Santa had been a thief and a fugitive for practically the entirety of his life – what was another little white lie to a kid? Unfortunately for him, it seemed as though the Roux family was not quick to just take his sweetness laced words at face value. When Trygve began to squirm beneath him, spouting off nonsense about his gut, Michael felt his face burn beneath his thick black coat. His weight had always been something he was sensitive about, even when Trevor was choosing to compliment it in his own... unique way. So, upon hearing Ry's words, Michael lightly aimed to shove the kid's head back into the dirt, snickering at him. He could feel the kicks against his fluffy stomach, but he ignored them for the most part, saying firmly, "My gut is not crushing you! I'm hardly all that heavy!" When his nephew then began to question him, Michael just felt a smirk coming to his face, his little bob of a tail twitching from side to side with amusement, "No foolin'. You just have to trust me. I mean, you should anyways. I'm your fuckin' uncle."

There was a long moment of silence after that, and Michael shifted a bit, his head tilting to one side as he noticed the thoughtful expression upon Trygve's face. What could the boy be thinking about? Hadn't he just gotten the thing that had been begging for this entire time? The thief opened his mouth to question what the hell was taking so long to answer, but then Trygve spoke, questioning his honesty. Lifting up a paw to place it against his chest in mock hurt, Michael responded curtly, "Lying to you? You honestly think I would lie to you, my own beloved little nephew? I can't believe you'd think such a nasty thing about me, kid." His usual snark was present within his sarcastic words, and he was about to continue in his little speech when suddenly he saw nothing but fluff. He let out a shout as Ry's head collided with his own, the larger of the two males stumbling backward as he cursed and fell back with a grunt. He brought his paws up to his now aching nose, glaring daggers at Ry as he hissed, "Really, Ry? That's what you thought would make me want to take you on as an apprentice? That really hurt my damn face, you know!" He was cursing up a storm as usual, to no one's real surprise, but he still shouldn't have been doing it in front of poor Trygve's innocent ears.

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