SHRIMP HEAVEN... NOW / fishing

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Just seeing Roxie's sopping wet tail made the bobcat want to shake out his own pelt, although he knew very well that he wasn't the slightest bit wet. Even if he did have wings, he wasn't sure he'd ever consider trying to dive to catch fish. Considering his luck, he's probably hit the water face first and somehow give himself another concussion. He tended to like the more traditional methods of hunting fish, such as sitting and waiting to strike out at them. Or, if he was feeling particularly lazy, using his earth elementals to spear them with rock "bullets." Although he did that very rarely, since it usually ended with a rager of a headache, and blood spewing from his mouth and nose. Smirking faintly, the fugitive puffed out his chest before responding to his sister's teasing, "Trust me, it's very much a promise. When have I ever lied...?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke, very well aware of the fact that his "profession" required a lot of lying.

However, when Roxie mentioned getting a few of the fish they could catch in him, the thief found himself considerably more interested. It wasn't as if Michael hadn't been eating at all since his return from the jungle, but he still often found himself with a ravenous hunger, at least for now. Short tail twitching and thumping from side to side, the bobcat found himself giving his sister a toothy grin, "Yeah, that's definitely a good idea. It's the least you could do, after all." He knew he wouldn't be able to milk the whole "lost in the jungle" thing for much longer, but he intended to take full advantage of the sympathy while it lasted. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART