I'VE BEEN WAITING ; truth or dare

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Truth or dare was a game that Michael remembered well, although he hadn't played it since he was around half of his current age. It had been a common little distraction that he and Trevor had played while they were moving from camp to camp, constantly ramping up the stakes of the truths, and of the dares. The thief could fondly remember constantly picking truth when his fiance asked him, mainly because he was horrified of whatever vaguely flirtatious or downright dangerous pranks the coyote could come up with. Of course, the truths were usually never any better in the flirtatious department, but at least he didn't risk dying of anything other than embarrassment. However, after his capture by The Lost, subsequent short stint in the Pitt, and then his moving to The Typhoon, he hadn't exactly had a lot of chances to play the simple schoolyard game. He still missed playing with Trevor, but considering his old bets to get the other to cuddle with him were moot nowadays – since he could just ask – it wasn't quite as exciting. Maybe it would be more exciting with some new people. People who didn't know him and his story inside and out. Or, at least, mostly people who didn't. Ry might not have known the full story of Michael's life, but the fugitive was fairly sure he was closer than anyone else in the Typhoon, save for Roxie.

Making his way over to the group that had already gathered, the fugitive was acutely aware of the fact that he was very much the only adult there so far. However, he didn't let that stop him from sitting down, a faint smirk on his face as he spoke, "Hey, Ry. We've been missing you around here... I suppose that I'll play along as well." At the very least, he could act as the chaperone of the group, to make sure that things didn't get too out of hand. If that also had the additional side effect of embarrassing the shit out of Trygve? Well, that was really just a bonus. Maybe it was a little cruel, but Roxie already got her kicks of embarrassing family from embarrassing Michael, and Trygve didn't have a proper dad to shove baby pictures in anyone's faces, so the bobcat needed to fill that role. And maybe it was just a little bit of revenge, for every time that his apprentice had leaped on him when he wasn't expecting it to chew at his ears, or for all the despicable pranks that Ry thought to test on his beloved uncle. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART