welcome to the end of eras | joining

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Christ, and Michael thought he had been irritating as a teenager, all false bravado and insufferable flirting just to cover up his sexuality. Honestly, he wasn't sure who the hell he was more irritated by – the idiot yelling about trespassing and rightfully getting his shit handed to him, Georgia for getting all pissy, or Paola for acting like this was all some kind of game. Either way, as soon as the reaver found himself trudging over, he was acutely aware of the fact that he was the only high ranking person there. Which meant that he had to be responsible. Resisting the urge to groan a bit, the bobcat came up beside Paola, his small tail twitching and twisting behind him as he grumbled, "Hey. All of you. Shut the fuck up, Jesus Christ." When he could hear a dumbass yelling and the wind howling even over the cacophony of sounds within the tavern, that meant that there was very much a problem. Up until this point Michael had become rather fond of Georgia, just because she seemed to be fairly chill, and straight to the point. He would've said this had decreased his respect for her somewhat, but just hearing what came out of Calem's mouth... sky above, Michael wanted to smack him upside the head himself. It was like Trevor's absolutely horrendous flirting with everyone he came across, but it was so much worse because Calem appeared to be sincere.

The reaver sighed heavily, rubbing gently at his face with a paw for a moment, before he directed his mismatched gaze at Calem, grumbling, "If you use the term baby girl unironically one more time, I'm absolutely going to use my elementals to throw you across this island. I am not joking." Maybe it was a bit silly of him to be so protective over both Georgia and Paola, especially considering he knew very little of Paola, but compared to him? The both of them were basically just little kids, and he really didn't appreciate this guy's scummy attitude, no matter how close in age they were. Digging his claws lightly into the sand, Michael took a deep breath before continuing, making sure that his speech gave Calem a hefty flash of his vampiric fangs, "My name is Michael, and here around the Typhoon, I'm a reaver. That's a high position, in case you can't put the pieces together. You're free to join if you'd like, but if you keep flirting with someone who clearly isn't interested, I will not hesitate to toss you right back over the damn gate. You got me, Calem?" There were not many cases in life where the jeweled bobcat would put on what could easily be called a dad voice, but this was one of those few situations. Georgia and Paola may not have been his daughters, but they were members of a group that he had dedicated himself to protecting, and he didn't take kindly to anyone harassing his crewmates.

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