07-29-2020, 12:30 AM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Seamus was someone that Michael didn't know a great deal about, outside of the other's relation to Roan. It had always seemed kind of wild to the bobcat that Roan had an entirely different father than the rest of his siblings, considering he was such a good kid. Obviously being from a fling didn't automatically mean a kid was screwed for life, but not having a steady family... it could really screw a kid up, as Michael knew quite well. Despite this, he didn't have too many hard feelings towards Seamus, especially considering the other had seemingly disappeared after the meteor strike. The reaver had been forced to assume that the other had gone missing in action because of some kind of injuries. Of course, there had also been the lingering thought that perhaps Seamus had been swept away, or had outright died, but he often kept those thoughts to himself. After all, Roxie had enough to worry about, and she didn't need to worry about her oldest son's father potentially being dead on top of it all. Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case.
Michael had almost done a double take when he noticed Seamus heading towards the shore, having been sitting casually in front of his hut when he saw the other move past. Not only did he look alright, but he also had a basket with him. Feeling curious and a little bit bored, the thief had gotten up to his paws, following after Seamus until the other stopped and deposited the basket in the sand. Moving over to say hello, Michael found himself suddenly caught off guard by two things. One, the baby snake that was very much present within the basket, and two, Devland's rambling about said snake's species. The presence of Niamh didn't scare Michael, considering the sort of kinship he felt with snakes in general – even going so far to have a reptile form of his own – but he did find himself curious about where exactly the snake had come from. Cocking his head to one side, the reaver spoke softly, "Hey, Seamus... I can't remember if we've ever properly met, or if I've just heard so much about you. I'm Michael, Roxie's brother..." With potential first introductions out of the way, the fugitive then moved on to the questions burning in his mind, "Who's this little one...? And, uh, where'd you get 'em?" He wouldn't mind having a snake companion of his own, even if he'd have to keep them separate from his flock of rats. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Michael had almost done a double take when he noticed Seamus heading towards the shore, having been sitting casually in front of his hut when he saw the other move past. Not only did he look alright, but he also had a basket with him. Feeling curious and a little bit bored, the thief had gotten up to his paws, following after Seamus until the other stopped and deposited the basket in the sand. Moving over to say hello, Michael found himself suddenly caught off guard by two things. One, the baby snake that was very much present within the basket, and two, Devland's rambling about said snake's species. The presence of Niamh didn't scare Michael, considering the sort of kinship he felt with snakes in general – even going so far to have a reptile form of his own – but he did find himself curious about where exactly the snake had come from. Cocking his head to one side, the reaver spoke softly, "Hey, Seamus... I can't remember if we've ever properly met, or if I've just heard so much about you. I'm Michael, Roxie's brother..." With potential first introductions out of the way, the fugitive then moved on to the questions burning in his mind, "Who's this little one...? And, uh, where'd you get 'em?" He wouldn't mind having a snake companion of his own, even if he'd have to keep them separate from his flock of rats. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan