06-13-2020, 05:04 PM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — The last week had been difficult for Michael, both because of his own stupidity, and because of Roxie's influence. He had meant to get right back into helping with the reconstruction efforts immediately after returning from the jungle, but he had been so exhausted and hungry after everything that he had practically collapsed. He'd been asleep for practically an entire day since he had finally returned, only to finally wake up in front of his hut, the sun shining directly into his eyes. He let out a low hiss of annoyance as he closed his blue gaze, slowly getting to his paws and shaking his dark pelt out loosely. He still didn't feel great, but there were things to be done, and he had already been lazy enough for at least a little while. The privateer began to glance around, looking for something to do, only to have a couple of familiar scents grab his attention. With his small tail wagging from side to side – not dissimillarly to a dog's, honestly – he eventually caught sight of Jaime on the beach, following the boy's gaze out to Roxie, who was sputtering a little with a fish clenched in her jaws.
Michael had very two different opinions in that moment, watching as his younger sister paddled towards shore – it served her right to be drenched and out of it after what had happened, and christ, he had only been gone a week, and now she was risking drowning herself? Shaking his head a little bit, the privateer headed over to where the sea met the sand, taking a seat beside his nephew. Even with the tired look in his eyes, he looked a lot better than when he had first arrived. His jewelry was all cleaned, and the sticks and leaves that had once been caked onto his fur were now gone, washed away by soothing river water. Pawing a little bit at the water that was lapping at the shore, the thief called out in his slightly rough and groggy voice, "No drowning yourself right after I get back, alright Rox? I intend to guilt trip you for much longer." He then offered her a little crooked grin, hoping to lighten the mood slightly as he eyed the fish in her jaws. Jesus, he really must've still been hungry, to have just a fish cause his jaws to water. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Michael had very two different opinions in that moment, watching as his younger sister paddled towards shore – it served her right to be drenched and out of it after what had happened, and christ, he had only been gone a week, and now she was risking drowning herself? Shaking his head a little bit, the privateer headed over to where the sea met the sand, taking a seat beside his nephew. Even with the tired look in his eyes, he looked a lot better than when he had first arrived. His jewelry was all cleaned, and the sticks and leaves that had once been caked onto his fur were now gone, washed away by soothing river water. Pawing a little bit at the water that was lapping at the shore, the thief called out in his slightly rough and groggy voice, "No drowning yourself right after I get back, alright Rox? I intend to guilt trip you for much longer." He then offered her a little crooked grin, hoping to lighten the mood slightly as he eyed the fish in her jaws. Jesus, he really must've still been hungry, to have just a fish cause his jaws to water. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan