05-27-2020, 09:45 PM
Michael liked to think that he had a pretty firm handle on who his sister's kids were. There were more of them than he was really used to in a family – being born an only child – but that didn't mean he couldn't make a valiant effort. For the most part, he even succeeded. He obviously knew Roan, along with Trygve, Eulia, Margaret, Natyli, and... Jameson. Or Jaime. James? He knew that it started with a j, and he also knew that he hadn't seen the kid in quite a while. That struck a bit of worry in him, but he figured if Roxie wasn't panicking, he shouldn't panic, right? Cause that would only make things worse, and probably stress them all out more, which really wasn't a positive considering how stressful things had already been as of late. He was finally starting to recover from the events of the meteor strike, but it still felt as if a firm breeze could knock him off his feet and leave him firmly in the upsetting and unsettling position he had been in when he was first concussed.
The privateer had been out for a walk when the scent of Roxie reached his nose, causing him to lift his head and glance around. He would never turn down a chance to just hang out with his adoptive sister, and if they could walk and talk together? Even better. So, the dark furred bobcat made his way over to where the reaver was, his head tilting to one side when he noticed her interacting with someone. Someone who seemed – and looked – familiar. Making the rest of the way over, it was difficult not to see the resemblance between Jaime and his mother, down to the trademark wings Roxie's children had – although lacking the horns. Feeling his heart flutter with happiness in a way mostly unfamiliar to him, he smiled crookedly before speaking, "I... Jaime? Is that really you, kid? I haven't seen you since... hell, I don't think I've seen you since you were born." It was probably unlikely that Jaime would remember his adoptive uncle considering the circumstances, but Michael still felt happy for a part of the family reunited. Plus, Roxie's happiness was horribly infectious.
The privateer had been out for a walk when the scent of Roxie reached his nose, causing him to lift his head and glance around. He would never turn down a chance to just hang out with his adoptive sister, and if they could walk and talk together? Even better. So, the dark furred bobcat made his way over to where the reaver was, his head tilting to one side when he noticed her interacting with someone. Someone who seemed – and looked – familiar. Making the rest of the way over, it was difficult not to see the resemblance between Jaime and his mother, down to the trademark wings Roxie's children had – although lacking the horns. Feeling his heart flutter with happiness in a way mostly unfamiliar to him, he smiled crookedly before speaking, "I... Jaime? Is that really you, kid? I haven't seen you since... hell, I don't think I've seen you since you were born." It was probably unlikely that Jaime would remember his adoptive uncle considering the circumstances, but Michael still felt happy for a part of the family reunited. Plus, Roxie's happiness was horribly infectious.
[glow=#FFAD01,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan