04-08-2020, 05:16 PM
Michael was no stranger to wild parties himself, even if most of the time his involvement in those parties only extended as far as grumbling about too many people and mooching off the food. Trevor had always been more of the partying type, while Michael was just sort of the unwilling participant that got dragged along with him because he was in love with the coyote. Either way, the fugitive couldn't remember any times where a party had ended with him washing up on the lands of some unknown group, and for that he was grateful. It was bad enough that he had once had to drag himself to the Pitt in order to get treatment for his injuries. Needless to say, the bobcat wasn't a huge fan of being in unfamiliar territory unless he had intentionally chosen to be there. He also couldn't imagine the combo of hangover and seasickness that would come from being tossed around by the waves until you were deposited on the shore. Just thinking about it probably would've been enough to make the thief gag a little.
Either way, Michael found himself trailing after Gamelia when he heard Mallory's call, wondering who had decided to show up at their border this time. It wasn't that he didn't like having joiners, it was just that they had been getting some pretty damn odd ones lately... not that anybody would think him to be too normal, considering the scarring that littered his body and the jewelry he chose to decorate himself in. Either way, Michael was somewhat relieved to see that the voice at the border had been a seemingly normal husky, even if the smell of seawater on her was somehow even stronger than any Typhooners. Coming up beside Gamelia, the bobcat took a seat, wrinkling his nose a little at the strong salt scent before he spoke, "Uh, hey. What she said, plus, what's your name? You're kinda on a group's territory at the moment." It was sweet of Gamelia to be so concerned for this newcomer, but they also had themselves to worry about too, right?
Either way, Michael found himself trailing after Gamelia when he heard Mallory's call, wondering who had decided to show up at their border this time. It wasn't that he didn't like having joiners, it was just that they had been getting some pretty damn odd ones lately... not that anybody would think him to be too normal, considering the scarring that littered his body and the jewelry he chose to decorate himself in. Either way, Michael was somewhat relieved to see that the voice at the border had been a seemingly normal husky, even if the smell of seawater on her was somehow even stronger than any Typhooners. Coming up beside Gamelia, the bobcat took a seat, wrinkling his nose a little at the strong salt scent before he spoke, "Uh, hey. What she said, plus, what's your name? You're kinda on a group's territory at the moment." It was sweet of Gamelia to be so concerned for this newcomer, but they also had themselves to worry about too, right?
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan