08-09-2020, 12:25 AM
Art wasn't something that Michael was exceedingly good at, unless one considered thieving to be an art form. Although, there was form of art that the bobcat found himself enjoying more than anything else – acting. He had always been a dear fan of all the old human movies he could get his paws on, and acting as a different person had always been his favorite part of pulling off schemes with Trevor. It was hardly an art form one got to practice often, unless they were lying often – which was something Michael had done often in the past, but had tried to mitigate as of late – or putting on constant stage shows. While part of that did sound very fun to the reaver, he also didn't think that the ribbing from Roxie and others he would get afterward would be as fun, so he neglected to consider that an option.
Whittling, by comparison, was an artistic skill that was far easier to practice, as long as you had a tool to do it with, and some wood. It was never something that Michael had been particularly enchanted by, but the thief could certainly appreciate the work that went into it. It was hard to not be aware of where Lucifer was, even on such a large span of land as the Typhoon's territory. So, when the bobcat spotted the other whittling away at surprisingly nice looking pieces, he found himself making his way over quickly. He eyed the small army of wooden figures that sat in front of the other, taking in the rather bold and adorable shapes of several of them. After a moment of hesitation, he found himself asking in a curious tone, "Do you know how to whittle something that represents protection? Like a charm or little protective figure?" Michael was, for once, not actually worried about himself. Rather, he would've liked to give a protective symbol to Trevor, seeing as his husband was still out and about in the uncharted lands, a fact that often caused the fugitive heaps of anxiety.
Whittling, by comparison, was an artistic skill that was far easier to practice, as long as you had a tool to do it with, and some wood. It was never something that Michael had been particularly enchanted by, but the thief could certainly appreciate the work that went into it. It was hard to not be aware of where Lucifer was, even on such a large span of land as the Typhoon's territory. So, when the bobcat spotted the other whittling away at surprisingly nice looking pieces, he found himself making his way over quickly. He eyed the small army of wooden figures that sat in front of the other, taking in the rather bold and adorable shapes of several of them. After a moment of hesitation, he found himself asking in a curious tone, "Do you know how to whittle something that represents protection? Like a charm or little protective figure?" Michael was, for once, not actually worried about himself. Rather, he would've liked to give a protective symbol to Trevor, seeing as his husband was still out and about in the uncharted lands, a fact that often caused the fugitive heaps of anxiety.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY
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