08-05-2020, 11:33 PM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Alaire had been of particular interest to Michael ever since the other had joined, for multiple reasons. One, he was just a poor kid out on his own, and although some would say that the bobcat was cold hearted, he didn't have no heart, so he wanted to make sure the kid was safe, and happy. Two, Alaire kinda reminded him of some folks that Trygve had told him tales of, but he couldn't say anything for sure, considering he hadn't met them himself. And finally, the fox also spoke an entirely different language that the thief had little to no chance of understanding. He had never even come close to learning a scrap of the French language, so if he ever wanted to actually communicate with the kid, then he would need some kind of third party around. Regardless, quite the sizable group had already begun to gather around Alaire's apparent new house, so the reaver found himself drawn in as well, wondering what everyone else was so fascinated by. He could hear talk of paints, and possibly helping out, and he knew he could at least do that, even with a language barrier.
Coming up beside Trygve, Michael let his mismatched gaze linger on Alaire's painted door, a faint smile coming to his face as he saw it. Blue had always been a color that he was very fond of, and the rather interesting paint job certainly did call to mind various images of the Typhoon on a stormy day. It was nice, and the bobcat found himself nodding approvingly, hoping that would get the point across without words. It wasn't long before the vulpine was speaking, but Michael could only catch one or two words that he recognized, with the rest flying directly over his head, leaving him confused and vaguely frustrated. He recognized the inside, but anything after that was a blur, causing him to temporarily pin his ears against his skull. Glancing at those around him, the male found himself questioning, "Does anybody else here know French? I'm happy to help out if he said he needed it, but... I can't understand a word of French, honestly. Well... merci, maybe." That meant thanks, right? Trevor spoke quite a bit of French, but the coyote had always refused to teach him any, and Michael was fairly sure of why. He had always suspected that the other used it to either insult him or flirt with him without his knowledge – he was never sure which. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Coming up beside Trygve, Michael let his mismatched gaze linger on Alaire's painted door, a faint smile coming to his face as he saw it. Blue had always been a color that he was very fond of, and the rather interesting paint job certainly did call to mind various images of the Typhoon on a stormy day. It was nice, and the bobcat found himself nodding approvingly, hoping that would get the point across without words. It wasn't long before the vulpine was speaking, but Michael could only catch one or two words that he recognized, with the rest flying directly over his head, leaving him confused and vaguely frustrated. He recognized the inside, but anything after that was a blur, causing him to temporarily pin his ears against his skull. Glancing at those around him, the male found himself questioning, "Does anybody else here know French? I'm happy to help out if he said he needed it, but... I can't understand a word of French, honestly. Well... merci, maybe." That meant thanks, right? Trevor spoke quite a bit of French, but the coyote had always refused to teach him any, and Michael was fairly sure of why. He had always suspected that the other used it to either insult him or flirt with him without his knowledge – he was never sure which. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan