your trigger finger's mine | DUAL INTRODUCTION

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Nights on the town were not unusual for Michael, who often felt a need for at least one drink after most days. Although he loved indulging in just staying at home with Trevor and their many pets, he couldn't deny that getting out was also a positive. It brought back feelings of when he and T would be on heists together, and his blood would start pumping faster whenever anything rowdy started happening in the tavern thanks to all the hotheaded drunks. However, he had started going less and less often as of late, for multiple reasons. First, he had been injured for quite a while, and concussions and alcohol did not make a very good mix by any means. Second, Trevor had been trying to keep him in the house as long as possible as of late, so that he would actually give himself time to heal and relax – not that it was particularly difficult for the coyote to convince him to stay in. Lastly, whenever Michael was outside of the house, the bobcat was often just making an active effort to help out as much as possible with rebuilding. He didn't want to just be a lazy layabout anymore, especially with his promotion to privateer, so he felt the need to be busy.

Even with all of these factors preventing him from visiting the tavern often, he still found himself there on occasion, even if he wasn't actually there for a drink. Just the social interaction and atmosphere was good enough for him at most times, and he was really starting to dislike the way that his head spun whenever he drank anything even slightly strong. Because of all of this, when the privateer slipped inside of the tavern that day, he had intended on it being a rather short visit. Say hi to some familiar faces, maybe have one very weak drink, and then return home for a pleasant evening of warm cuddling with Trevor and feeding his rats. He hadn't really been expecting to encounter two new faces, especially two new faces that were already being questioned by both Aphra and Roxanne. With his short tail twitching behind him, the thief surveyed the scene from afar before he decided to head over, not wanting to be weird. He was curious, but not curious enough to look all suspicious by lingering near the doorway and staring at the couple.

Padding up beside his sister, the dark furred feline pressed gently into her side in greeting, flashing her a sharp little grin that she would hopefully spot before he turned back to look at Morrison and Dixie. They certainly seemed to be... interesting. A pair he had never seen before, obviously together, and seemingly expecting as well. The thought of having more children around both excited and terrified him. After all, it meant there would be more kids around to bond with and protect, but it would also mean that there would be more children around to constantly worry about. He chose to shrug that off for now, smiling at the pair before he spoke, "Ah, hey there. I don't believe we've met before either. I'm Michael De Santa. Her brother." He gently nudged his paw against Roxie's side as he spoke, keeping his statement brief. Aphra and Roxie were already asking some questions of the two, and Michael didn't want to overwhelm them. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART