04-17-2020, 07:11 PM
Michael felt a slight sense of relief come over him when Caustic greeted him, albeit briefly. When the wolf had first shown up on the border, the fugitive had been worried that he'd be implicated in some rather unfortunate things. Thankfully, there seemed to be a silent agreement between the two of them as he settled down further, his dark and fluffy belly pressing down against the sand as he allowed himself to relax. When he heard Octane's soft mumble about how large he could make the fire, the criminal found himself snickering, shaking his head from side to side, "Probably pretty big, if we had somebody around with fire elementals... don't set our territory on fire though, please." With Octane's rare attention snatched away soon by somebody else, Michael allowed his eyes to wander, taking in everyone else that had decided to gather near the flames. He saw many familiar faces, as well as some of the new children that had been born, such as Ry and Natyli. Michael flicked a tail in greeting to them, feeling far too lazy to get up and greet them properly. It was getting later in the day, and the fire was warm... perfect sleeping conditions.
However, the thief was distracted by the scent of something sweet hitting his nose. Ears perking up while his nose twitched wildly, he turned his mismatched blue gaze towards Gamelia. Not only way the dragon made of sweets, but she had sweets as well? She was rapidly starting to become one of his favorite new members. Although previously hesitant to even stay awake, Michael was eagerly stumbling to his paws, shaking sand from his fur before he moved over to Gamelia. Stretching a paw out, Michael snatched up the necessary ingredients for a s'more, a grin on his muzzle as he purred out lowly, "Thanks, Gamelia. Something sweet, and I didn't even have to steal anything for it." Not that he would ever steal anything from his crewmates... of course. He was far too nice for that.
However, the thief was distracted by the scent of something sweet hitting his nose. Ears perking up while his nose twitched wildly, he turned his mismatched blue gaze towards Gamelia. Not only way the dragon made of sweets, but she had sweets as well? She was rapidly starting to become one of his favorite new members. Although previously hesitant to even stay awake, Michael was eagerly stumbling to his paws, shaking sand from his fur before he moved over to Gamelia. Stretching a paw out, Michael snatched up the necessary ingredients for a s'more, a grin on his muzzle as he purred out lowly, "Thanks, Gamelia. Something sweet, and I didn't even have to steal anything for it." Not that he would ever steal anything from his crewmates... of course. He was far too nice for that.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan