05-18-2020, 12:52 AM
( obviously set after Roan's visit lmao )
Michael wasn't too keen on the Pitt, if he was being honest. He had once been a shortlived member of the group after he had escaped from The Lost, but that had been a manner of necessity, more than choice. He knew that he was taking a risk in returning after what he had done, but it felt necessary. After all, it was Trygve's birthday, and the fugitive wasn't about to let the nephew who was more like a son to him spend the day alone and empty pawed. Besides, as far as he knew, nobody had figured out it was he that had once brought trouble to the Pitt's doorstep – and unbeknownst to him, it was unlikely anybody ever would, considering his victim from Tanglewood had died recently. Despite all of this, the thief was still trying to be extraordinarily careful as he stepped up to the Pittian border, his head still spinning a little. His concussion from the meteor strike had mostly healed, but he still wasn't yet in top shape, something he was constantly reminded of. Not to mention the fact that the Pitt's desert was just as unbearably hot as he remember, and his thick black pelt was threatening to drag him into heat stroke.
None of this was enough to stop the bobcat in his mission, however. Hell, he had even gone through the effort of dressing himself up as usual. With his recent injuries, within the Typhoon he hadn't been making an effort to put on any of his jewelry or pull on his shades, mainly because it just didn't feel worth it. He wanted to put Ry's mind at ease with this visit, which meant returning to his former self, even if it was only for a little while. So, he had pulled on all of his various bits of jewelry, including his necklace and rings and everything else, and had then put on his aviators, hiding his mismatched eyes from the world. Now, the short male found himself standing just over the Pitt's border, all dresses up with nowhere to go as he struggled valiantly against both his concussion and heatstroke. In addition to all his jewelry, he also had a pouch wrapped snugly around his waist, holding what he had brought to give to Trygve as a gift. Sighing, the thief glanced around before he called out quietly, not wanting to attract too much attention, "Trygve? Ry? C'mon, kid..." He really hoped this stupid idea would work out, and he wasn't about to be attacked by somebody.
Michael wasn't too keen on the Pitt, if he was being honest. He had once been a shortlived member of the group after he had escaped from The Lost, but that had been a manner of necessity, more than choice. He knew that he was taking a risk in returning after what he had done, but it felt necessary. After all, it was Trygve's birthday, and the fugitive wasn't about to let the nephew who was more like a son to him spend the day alone and empty pawed. Besides, as far as he knew, nobody had figured out it was he that had once brought trouble to the Pitt's doorstep – and unbeknownst to him, it was unlikely anybody ever would, considering his victim from Tanglewood had died recently. Despite all of this, the thief was still trying to be extraordinarily careful as he stepped up to the Pittian border, his head still spinning a little. His concussion from the meteor strike had mostly healed, but he still wasn't yet in top shape, something he was constantly reminded of. Not to mention the fact that the Pitt's desert was just as unbearably hot as he remember, and his thick black pelt was threatening to drag him into heat stroke.
None of this was enough to stop the bobcat in his mission, however. Hell, he had even gone through the effort of dressing himself up as usual. With his recent injuries, within the Typhoon he hadn't been making an effort to put on any of his jewelry or pull on his shades, mainly because it just didn't feel worth it. He wanted to put Ry's mind at ease with this visit, which meant returning to his former self, even if it was only for a little while. So, he had pulled on all of his various bits of jewelry, including his necklace and rings and everything else, and had then put on his aviators, hiding his mismatched eyes from the world. Now, the short male found himself standing just over the Pitt's border, all dresses up with nowhere to go as he struggled valiantly against both his concussion and heatstroke. In addition to all his jewelry, he also had a pouch wrapped snugly around his waist, holding what he had brought to give to Trygve as a gift. Sighing, the thief glanced around before he called out quietly, not wanting to attract too much attention, "Trygve? Ry? C'mon, kid..." He really hoped this stupid idea would work out, and he wasn't about to be attacked by somebody.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow] ![[Image: Sx2KbYd.png]](https://i.imgur.com/Sx2KbYd.png)
— Reggan