07-31-2020, 01:09 AM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Michael honestly had very little else that he could compare to the sensation of having lukewarm warm honey dropped on his head and pelt to, but he had to imagine that it was one of the most horrible feelings in the entire universe. The reaver let out a yowl as his nephew dumped the honey onto him, thoroughly coating his thick pelt. Really, all he could be glad for was the fact that he wasn't wearing his jewelry yet, since it was earlier in the morning. That was a fact that Ry should've been glad for as well, since if the other had gotten any honey onto Michael's engagement ring, the bobcat might've felt no reservations about ripping him limb from limb. The short feline whipped his head around to glare viciously at Trygve, his muzzle open to start shouting various vicious insults and obscenities at his apprentice, only to have a pillow's worth of feathers dropped down upon him, further coating his fur unpleasantly.
By the time that Ry came jumping down from Michael's roof to stick the rather stupid looking glove on top of his head, the bobcat was simply numb to the world. He simply allowed it to happen, a neutral expression of agony on his face. He sat there silently for a moment, listening to Trygve delightedly laugh his ass off, and begin speaking about how he had managed to sneak up on his uncle. Part of the reaver wanted to be an ass and point out that it wasn't exactly all that impressive, considering his blindness and deafness on one side, but he kept silent, not wanting to give that secret out to anyone, really, not even family. After his long moment of seething silence, Michael finally seemed to take action charging forward and attempting to barrel Trygve over onto his back. Trygve had size and weight on him, but the thief hoped that the element of surprise would work in his favor. If he was successful, he would begin boxing at Ry's ears and face with his paws, claws sheathed, shouting loudly, "I hope you have fun laughing your ass off! Because I'm going to get back at this for you, you know, you little shit! I'm going to fill your bed with sand! You better watch the prey you eat for weeks!" Michael wasn't actually that furious, considering he could wash the honey and feathers from his fur with time, but he had to get back at Ry somehow. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
By the time that Ry came jumping down from Michael's roof to stick the rather stupid looking glove on top of his head, the bobcat was simply numb to the world. He simply allowed it to happen, a neutral expression of agony on his face. He sat there silently for a moment, listening to Trygve delightedly laugh his ass off, and begin speaking about how he had managed to sneak up on his uncle. Part of the reaver wanted to be an ass and point out that it wasn't exactly all that impressive, considering his blindness and deafness on one side, but he kept silent, not wanting to give that secret out to anyone, really, not even family. After his long moment of seething silence, Michael finally seemed to take action charging forward and attempting to barrel Trygve over onto his back. Trygve had size and weight on him, but the thief hoped that the element of surprise would work in his favor. If he was successful, he would begin boxing at Ry's ears and face with his paws, claws sheathed, shouting loudly, "I hope you have fun laughing your ass off! Because I'm going to get back at this for you, you know, you little shit! I'm going to fill your bed with sand! You better watch the prey you eat for weeks!" Michael wasn't actually that furious, considering he could wash the honey and feathers from his fur with time, but he had to get back at Ry somehow. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan