06-25-2020, 12:23 AM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — One of the first to arrive to their little salon project was Natyli, whose quiet presence occasionally – or more than occasionally, really – caught Michael off guard. That was mainly because of how loud the Rouxes tended to be. After all, Roxie and Trygve were far from quiet, subdued types, and even Roan knew how to stand up for himself. Jaime hadn't had much of a chance to be around them for long enough to demonstrate his voice, but he certainly didn't seem particularly passive. Out of everyone, Natyli was sort of the odd girl out, although that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, Michael found himself offering the girl a crooked smile as soon as he saw her, trying to put her at ease after his somewhat rude announcement, "Ah... hey Nat. Y'wanna get a makeover? I'm pretty sure your mom could figure out something real nice, couldn't you Rox?" He turned to glance over at his adoptive sister, taking the opportunity to nab the blue nail polish and splash it on one of the poor NPC's claws. He knew it would do nothing more than interrupt Roxie's smooth one toned pallete, but he was admittedly being petty.
His attention was then pulled away from his nail sabotage by the sound of Trygve and Jaime approaching. Neither of the boys spoke, but their scents were distinctive enough for him to recognize at this point, plus, he could hear their footsteps approaching with his one good ear. His blue gaze zeroed in on Trygve as soon as he saw his "apprentice," a wicked smirk crossing over the thief's face. Tail twitching excitedly behind him, the male suggested cheerfully, "Hey Trygve... you look like you could use a makeover too. Maybe one to match with Jaime. Then you guys can be really stylish siblings, like Rox and I." He very much knew that Ry wasn't the type for makeovers, and he was pretty sure Jaime wasn't either, but he would never miss a chance to torment Trygve a little bit. A little friendly ribbing was always good for the growth process, after all. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
His attention was then pulled away from his nail sabotage by the sound of Trygve and Jaime approaching. Neither of the boys spoke, but their scents were distinctive enough for him to recognize at this point, plus, he could hear their footsteps approaching with his one good ear. His blue gaze zeroed in on Trygve as soon as he saw his "apprentice," a wicked smirk crossing over the thief's face. Tail twitching excitedly behind him, the male suggested cheerfully, "Hey Trygve... you look like you could use a makeover too. Maybe one to match with Jaime. Then you guys can be really stylish siblings, like Rox and I." He very much knew that Ry wasn't the type for makeovers, and he was pretty sure Jaime wasn't either, but he would never miss a chance to torment Trygve a little bit. A little friendly ribbing was always good for the growth process, after all. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan