RED WINE SUCCESS && reconstruction

[michael t.]

Michael wasn't really a big fan of work. At least not physically taxing work. That was why he had always been the ideas man. He was the one who was good at planning heists and using his brains for good – or evil, really – and he knew it. Thus, he always had other people around to do this kind of stuff for him. However, the privateer owed a hell of a lot to The Typhoon, and even though at first he hadn't really been able to do anything because of his concussion, he knew he had to give back somehow. His first step had been planting herbs for Roan and Ahab, but that didn't feel like enough. Sure, it had smeared his paws with dirt and made him smell of herbs for days, but it still didn't compare to everything everyone else had been doing. He didn't want to be lazy... at least for a little while. He could go back to his extravagant and greedy ways once this was all over and dealt with, and their group had finally recovered properly.

When Michael had initially seen the sign posted at the tavern, he had been... hesitant. Mainly because he was a small feline, and didn't exactly have a great deal of muscles rippling beneath his thick pelt. However, perhaps there was something smaller that Hollow could find for him to do. With this in mind, the bobcat had turned away from the tavern and went off to go and find Hollow, following the scent trail that led away from the posting. When he eventually found the other surrounded by wood, vines, and stones, he cleared his throat to grab his attention, mumbling as he eyed the supplies, "Hey. Hollow, you were the one that put that sign up, right? I'm here to be put to work... well, moderately be put to work. I'm not quite as big as some of the others around here." He hated saying that out loud, but it was true. He knew he was on the smaller side of things, and pretty much the only ones within the group shorter than him were Roxie and the kids.

[glow=#FFAD01,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]