misadventures in baking

[michael t.]

Michael found his relationship with Eulia to be... complicated. On one hand, the girl was family, and he loved his nieces and nephews more than anyone else in the world. On the other hand, she had a tendency to be quite timid around certain people, and the bobcat honestly wasn't sure if she even liked him. Still, whether she liked him or not, he had sworn to himself that he would protect the new family that he had found within the Typhoon, and he wasn't keen on breaking anymore promises after he had "died" on Trevor. Even with all of that being true, Michael still wished, deep down inside, that he knew what Lu thought of him. Was he a good uncle? Did she enjoy his company and find his presence comforting, or was he just some stranger posing as her family to her? The thought of it being the latter made his heart sink, but at least then he would've known he had to work even harder to make sure she knew she could trust him. He didn't want anything touching a hair on her head, especially after the Ry incident, and the horror that had come along with the meteor strike. He was hardly in the position to play the intimidating one right now, given his concussion – and he really wasn't all that intimidating in general, but that was a conversation for another day – but he wouldn't back down from threats just because he was injured.

The privateer had honestly been spending most of his time these days at home, curled up in bed with his rats and his boyfriend nearby, just trying to rest and recuperate after everything that had happened. However, he had gradually been beginning to head out once again, wandering around to interact with others and help rebuild when it was needed. This was why he had eventually found himself at the tavern, intrigued by the silence that echoed throughout the large building that morning. He was used to the daily drunks beginning to wake up and head back in for another round, but this time? Nothing. Curiosity piqued, Michael gently pushed the front doors open, slipping inside and glancing around with his mismatched gaze. He caught sight of Eulia first, his eyes widening slightly before softening at the picture of his niece wrapped tightly around her patchwork companion. His eyes then trailed over to the bar, taking in the disaster area that had been made of it all. Padding over to where the cupcakes were, he glanced at the messy labels before he felt a wave of happiness flood over him. There, scrawled in childish handwriting, was his name, sat beside Roxanne's and in front of a surprisingly delicious looking vanilla cupcake.

Feeling a sense of happy warmth inside, Michael left his cupcake for the moment. Moving over to where Eulia was resting peacefully, he leaned down to touch his nose to her ear, mumbling softly, "Thank you, Lu..." He didn't really wanna wake her up, and he was sure he would give her another thanks once she was conscious, but it felt necessary to thank her right away, at least once.

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