06-28-2020, 10:58 AM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Of course, Roxie was one of the first to approach Michael's unfortunately ridiculous scene, something that he really should've expected. He couldn't go long doing anything embarrassing before his sister would approach, ready to make fun of him. However, he didn't really have it in him to snap at her this time, considering the burning itch all over his body. He gave another long scratch in vain at his side, a soft squeak leaving him when he dug his claws in too deep. Letting out a defeated sigh, he looked up at Roxie with mismatched eyes, muttering bitterly, "I'm itchy. And not just normal 'oh I've got an itch on my leg so I'll scratch at it's itchy, but 'my entire fucking body is burning and I feel like I'm dying' itchy." Maybe he was being a little bit dramatic, but as another itch wormed up his side, he decided that no, he wasn't. He mumbled softly to Keona as he pressed his side against the sand again, whining, "The sand is rough... plus it does less damage than my claws when I accidentally scratch too hard..." He tried his best not to move too much, not wanting to accidentally dump sand on the pipe blind dealer's paws.
The reaver's attention was finally pulled away from his urgent scratching when Jaime approached, a pained look on the boy's face. When his nephew explained what was happening, Michael's ears pinned back in confusion, and he hissed, "Fleas? Where the hell would I have gotten fl— Trevor." His future husband had utterly screwed him, and not in a fun way. He groaned loudly at the realization, scrubbing frantically at his face before he muttered, "I knew I should've made him take more baths... like... a thousand of them." Shaking sand out of his thick pelt, the bobcat questioned the group around him a but desperately, the frown curled on his muzzle deepening, "Any of you have any idea how to get rid of fleas...? Cause I'm pretty sure if this goes on for much long, I'm going to scratch out an organ." Okay, maybe that was a little bit dramatic, but that probably wouldn't surprise anyone. After all, the thief and his sister were practically the rulers of being dramatic. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
The reaver's attention was finally pulled away from his urgent scratching when Jaime approached, a pained look on the boy's face. When his nephew explained what was happening, Michael's ears pinned back in confusion, and he hissed, "Fleas? Where the hell would I have gotten fl— Trevor." His future husband had utterly screwed him, and not in a fun way. He groaned loudly at the realization, scrubbing frantically at his face before he muttered, "I knew I should've made him take more baths... like... a thousand of them." Shaking sand out of his thick pelt, the bobcat questioned the group around him a but desperately, the frown curled on his muzzle deepening, "Any of you have any idea how to get rid of fleas...? Cause I'm pretty sure if this goes on for much long, I'm going to scratch out an organ." Okay, maybe that was a little bit dramatic, but that probably wouldn't surprise anyone. After all, the thief and his sister were practically the rulers of being dramatic. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan