06-17-2020, 11:25 PM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Perhaps he should've confronted Roxie in a bit less of a public way. After all, not only were Brandykit and Jaime present, but Aphra as well, and he had no doubt she'd have even more snarky comments to make. However, Michael Townley was never one to pass up the opportunity to be dramatic, so he just responded to Brandy's question with a huff, his thick black pelt fluffed up considerably. When he actually responded, his – barely, anymore – pink claws sank a little bit into the sand, displacing the beige particles beneath him, "Because she sent me on a wild goose chase that got me lost for ages." He doubted that either Brandy or Jaime would be able to comprehend the prospect of getting lost within the jungle, considering the massive size of the place and the fact that they were hardly allowed even a few paw steps in, but he couldn't help but express his displeasure. Especially seeing as Aphra seemed more than a little amused by his earlier predicament, and that only added onto the festering flames of annoyance bubbling in his chest and lapping anxiously at his ribs.
Eventually, none other than the main subject of his ire emerged from her home, looking rather annoyed herself, as well as confused. Although the thief should've known full well at this point just how bad his sibling was at holding her liquor, he still felt a renewed wave of bitterness when she asked what he was talking about, sputtering, "What am I... what am I talking about...?" The privateer's short tail was bobbing and lashing behind him, usually meant as a sign of his happiness or pleasure, but now a sign of his barely restrained and poorly managed anger. Thankfully, before he could fully launch into a tirade of some magnitude, Roxie spoke up, another surprised look flitting across her face. The fugitive hissed furiously at her response, his back seemingly trying to arch into something skin to threatening, but really only managing to make him stumble somewhat thanks to the dizziness brought on by hunger, "I was drunk, Roxie! I would've done whatever stupid bet you gave me! I just wish you hadn't given me one that would get my inebriated ass stuck in the middle of a bunch of same looking goddamn trees!" Truthfully, even though he was spitting and whining, the anger was already beginning to drain from Michael's voice, as well as his body. His anger at Roxie had mostly faded away over time, instead replaced by hunger, and a homesickness that was finally being sated by the presence of familiar faces.
In addition to all of this, the male was tired. Although he had occasionally rested in his quest to get back home, he couldn't deny how exhausted he still felt, and his earlier attempt to arch his back finally came back to haunt him. His short form swayed a little bit before he just let himself fall into the sand, a soft grunt of oof leaving him. He knew he was far from at his most dignified for the moment, but he also really didn't care. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Eventually, none other than the main subject of his ire emerged from her home, looking rather annoyed herself, as well as confused. Although the thief should've known full well at this point just how bad his sibling was at holding her liquor, he still felt a renewed wave of bitterness when she asked what he was talking about, sputtering, "What am I... what am I talking about...?" The privateer's short tail was bobbing and lashing behind him, usually meant as a sign of his happiness or pleasure, but now a sign of his barely restrained and poorly managed anger. Thankfully, before he could fully launch into a tirade of some magnitude, Roxie spoke up, another surprised look flitting across her face. The fugitive hissed furiously at her response, his back seemingly trying to arch into something skin to threatening, but really only managing to make him stumble somewhat thanks to the dizziness brought on by hunger, "I was drunk, Roxie! I would've done whatever stupid bet you gave me! I just wish you hadn't given me one that would get my inebriated ass stuck in the middle of a bunch of same looking goddamn trees!" Truthfully, even though he was spitting and whining, the anger was already beginning to drain from Michael's voice, as well as his body. His anger at Roxie had mostly faded away over time, instead replaced by hunger, and a homesickness that was finally being sated by the presence of familiar faces.
In addition to all of this, the male was tired. Although he had occasionally rested in his quest to get back home, he couldn't deny how exhausted he still felt, and his earlier attempt to arch his back finally came back to haunt him. His short form swayed a little bit before he just let himself fall into the sand, a soft grunt of oof leaving him. He knew he was far from at his most dignified for the moment, but he also really didn't care. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan