to carry a blessing | house-hunting

[michael t.]

For a while after he had first arrived, Michael had never really had a proper home within the Typhoon. After all, when he had first been dragged over from the Pitt by Roxie, he had hardly had much of a plan. He hadn't even really been sure if he was going to stay more than a couple of days, even though he was a big fan of the company within the group. So, for a while, he had just remained within his sister's home, enjoying the sort of organized chaos that went on inside the place. At the time, the officer had less children than she did now, but that didn't mean that it had been any less hectic, especially considering Roan had still been a bright eyed child back then. Michael had never really minded, however, far too used to the constant whirlwind of moving from camp to camp and listening to Trevor's constant excitement to be too disoriented by a bustling family life. However, he had known that it wasn't really the place for him. Roxie's family needed their space, and as much as the reaver had felt at home there, he had known he would need his own space as well – if only to hide his more self destructive habits.

After that, it hadn't been too terribly difficult for the thief to find a place to live, considering he wasn't extremely picky. In fact, he was so not picky that he had immediately fallen in love with the home he had found that was infested with rats. Of course, he had ultimately ended up taking in all of the rats as his pets, but to anyone with an outside view? Michael probably would've looked like a crazy person with no standards – a joke that Roxie often liked to make at his expense, even though he very much did have standards. Since then, he had pretty much always stayed in one place, enjoying the homey feel of the hut that he had gradually cultivated over time. It felt a bit more empty now without Trevor's loud presence within the building, but he knew it wouldn't be like that forever, especially if current plans went well. Not only that, but he still had all of his rats, along with the strange collection of moths that his husband had taken to raising. It certainly wasn't the usual white picket fence paradise that one might imagine in their heads at the word "home", but Michael loved it nonetheless.

He had honestly figured that house hunting would be similarly easy for anyone else within the group, but it never even occurred to him that they could've wanted something more specific. After all, there were so many different kinds of homes scattered across the Typhoon's territory that it was practically impossible to not have at least one you liked. That said, he did find those that lived in treehouses to be a little bit bonkers. Maybe it was just because of his own short legs and slight hesitancy to go anywhere higher than a seat at the tavern, but to live up in the branches? It seemed odd to him, even after his nephew had decided to go and live such a life. Despite this, he wasn't about to tell anyone where they should live, as demonstrated by what he said as he came padding up beside Keona, "I'm pretty sure Keo here is right. I don't remember the last time I've seen someone heading out here, let alone going into that treehouse." He admittedly avoided the jungle a bit more ever since that time he had gotten lost, but he still did patrols fairly often, and couldn't remember seeing anyone heading out this way. Shifting a bit awkwardly from his place on the ground, he added, "I'd come up and congratulate you on your potential new place, but I'm not really a big fan of heights..." He was glad Roxie wasn't around to hear that, sure that she'd make fun of him for it.

MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY

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