07-07-2020, 02:09 AM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Michael nodded a bit when he heard Keona, glaring down at his own thick pelt with a heavy sigh. He was more accustomed to the usual method of cleaning his fur with his tongue, but considering what the problem he was facing was, he had little issue with changing it up. He opened his muzzle, about to thank Keona for her input, only for Aphra to approach, bringing her usual unpleasant personality along with. Ears pinning down against his head, the bobcat let out a huff of frustration, his usual short fuse made even shorter by his current situation. He spat, resisting the urge to lash out at the white feline's face, "If I did, I probably would've gotten it from being around your unpleasant ass for far too long." He knew that Aphra and Roxie had some kind of weird connection going on, but he also knew that his sister could understand how unpleasant Aphra was at times.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though Rox was in a particularly forgiving mood. The reaver winced when the winged feline let out an indignant squawk, before going on to insult Trevor. Although Michael was very, very pissed off at the coyote for giving him the unpleasant parasites in his fur, he still found himself grumbling, "Hey! Can you not talk about my fiance like that?" The title of fiance slipped from his tongue before he could even think about it, and he had to resist the urge to flinch. He hadn't told anybody about that yet, let alone Roxie, so he tried to blow past it, hoping nobody would dwell on his slip of the tongue. Instead he focused on his nephew, Jaime. Offering the boy a crooked little smile, the fugitive muttered, "That's good advice, Jaime... I guess I'm gonna have to take a bath with some lemon juice. And I'll... uh, I'll tell Trevor about it too, next time I see him." He wasn't sure when exactly he'd see the coyote again, ever since he had taken off with Wade to no doubt get himself into trouble, but he knew that eventually he'd be able to relay the information. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though Rox was in a particularly forgiving mood. The reaver winced when the winged feline let out an indignant squawk, before going on to insult Trevor. Although Michael was very, very pissed off at the coyote for giving him the unpleasant parasites in his fur, he still found himself grumbling, "Hey! Can you not talk about my fiance like that?" The title of fiance slipped from his tongue before he could even think about it, and he had to resist the urge to flinch. He hadn't told anybody about that yet, let alone Roxie, so he tried to blow past it, hoping nobody would dwell on his slip of the tongue. Instead he focused on his nephew, Jaime. Offering the boy a crooked little smile, the fugitive muttered, "That's good advice, Jaime... I guess I'm gonna have to take a bath with some lemon juice. And I'll... uh, I'll tell Trevor about it too, next time I see him." He wasn't sure when exactly he'd see the coyote again, ever since he had taken off with Wade to no doubt get himself into trouble, but he knew that eventually he'd be able to relay the information. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan