08-16-2020, 02:15 AM
Anger. It was an emotion that had come easily to Michael in the past, although not without cause. After all, he had been raised by a family that didn't truly love him, and thrown out into a world that would've killed him, had he not adapted. He had learned quickly that he needed to harness his anger, and use it productively. On occasion, however, the reaver couldn't stop that anger from coming forward. Bubbling up and spilling over without his consent, all because of one little word or action. Aphra had already been more than a little deep in his shit list, considering how she had treated Goldie and practically everyone else, but to pull this? To call his children unwanted? It was enough to make that anger spike again, mutating into an ugly rage that made the coyote snarl, all other voices fading around him as he pinpointed in on the snow white feline. His actions after that were almost robotic, his body moving before he could truly process his actions as he grabbed one of the half-full bottles of alcohol in his paws, throwing it as hard as he could at Aphra's face. If it connected, it would definitely cause some damage, if not shattering and hitting things besides just the feline's face. As he did so, he growled directly at Aphra, "Don't you ever call my kids unwanted again, you waste of a life." It had been some time since Michael had genuinely snapped, and while he wasn't exactly proud of it, he couldn't say he regretted it, either.
As quickly as the anger had come, it soon evaporated, his breath coming out in harsh but calming gasps. He closed his eyes briefly, digging his claws into the dirt in an effort to stabilize himself once again. After he had done so, he addressed Jaime first, a weak chuckle leaving him, "Yeah... yeah, it does mean you're getting more cousins, Jaime. Not for a while now, but eventually." He was vaguely aware of both Paola and Georgia scolding Aphra for her behavior, but the reaver forced himself not to dwell on that, knowing it would only cause him to do more to the already injured feline. Instead, he nodded his head to Paola, muttering slowly, "Thank you, Paola. And yeah, I'm excited... nervous, but excited. Hopefully they'll be good kids... although they probably won't be, considering their parents." He chuckled a bit after that, smirking at Georgia as he spoke, 'One of me is probably too many anyways, but I'm sure the little ones will be more than a handful. Hopefully they won't bug you too much." Considering how it seemed as though the group of teenagers who had joined had begun to see him as a father figure? He wondered if perhaps his children would see them as big siblings.
Turning his gaze towards Keona next, the thief found himself smiling a bit before he nodded in response to her question. There was no doubt that the Typhoon had been getting quite a few children as of late, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It just meant more and more family to keep the place alive, and that was never an issue. Mismatched gaze turning towards Devland next, the coyote snickered before speaking, shaking his head at the teenager's mischievous grin, "Probably about a three. Just because I'm fairly sure that my husband and I will have already corrupted them by the time you've gotten to them. We're thieves, after all." He then said, shifting and pushing some of the bottles that hadn't been tossed unceremoniously at Aphra's face forward, "Anyone who said they wanted some, feel free to take what you'd like... drink responsibly, though. You're all the pretty young, and I don't want you stumbling around here rambling about drunken nonsense all the time." Honestly, some of them rambled about nonsense even without being drunk, but he was in a good enough mood – now, anyways – not to point that out.
The final one to approach, for now, was Harlow. Michael turned his gaze towards the child nervously, feeling a bit guilty for exposing them to such violence, only to be absolutely stunned by the question that was soon thrown his way. Had he eaten a baby? He knew that most kids didn't know how babies were made, but he wasn't sure he had ever heard anything like that before. Laughing a little, the reaver shook his head quickly, explaining as vaguely as he could manage, "Ah... n-no. No, I didn't eat a baby. But I am having babies, which is why I can't drink, since it could hurt them..." He didn't want to get more specific than that, figuring that was more of a job for Goldie.
As quickly as the anger had come, it soon evaporated, his breath coming out in harsh but calming gasps. He closed his eyes briefly, digging his claws into the dirt in an effort to stabilize himself once again. After he had done so, he addressed Jaime first, a weak chuckle leaving him, "Yeah... yeah, it does mean you're getting more cousins, Jaime. Not for a while now, but eventually." He was vaguely aware of both Paola and Georgia scolding Aphra for her behavior, but the reaver forced himself not to dwell on that, knowing it would only cause him to do more to the already injured feline. Instead, he nodded his head to Paola, muttering slowly, "Thank you, Paola. And yeah, I'm excited... nervous, but excited. Hopefully they'll be good kids... although they probably won't be, considering their parents." He chuckled a bit after that, smirking at Georgia as he spoke, 'One of me is probably too many anyways, but I'm sure the little ones will be more than a handful. Hopefully they won't bug you too much." Considering how it seemed as though the group of teenagers who had joined had begun to see him as a father figure? He wondered if perhaps his children would see them as big siblings.
Turning his gaze towards Keona next, the thief found himself smiling a bit before he nodded in response to her question. There was no doubt that the Typhoon had been getting quite a few children as of late, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It just meant more and more family to keep the place alive, and that was never an issue. Mismatched gaze turning towards Devland next, the coyote snickered before speaking, shaking his head at the teenager's mischievous grin, "Probably about a three. Just because I'm fairly sure that my husband and I will have already corrupted them by the time you've gotten to them. We're thieves, after all." He then said, shifting and pushing some of the bottles that hadn't been tossed unceremoniously at Aphra's face forward, "Anyone who said they wanted some, feel free to take what you'd like... drink responsibly, though. You're all the pretty young, and I don't want you stumbling around here rambling about drunken nonsense all the time." Honestly, some of them rambled about nonsense even without being drunk, but he was in a good enough mood – now, anyways – not to point that out.
The final one to approach, for now, was Harlow. Michael turned his gaze towards the child nervously, feeling a bit guilty for exposing them to such violence, only to be absolutely stunned by the question that was soon thrown his way. Had he eaten a baby? He knew that most kids didn't know how babies were made, but he wasn't sure he had ever heard anything like that before. Laughing a little, the reaver shook his head quickly, explaining as vaguely as he could manage, "Ah... n-no. No, I didn't eat a baby. But I am having babies, which is why I can't drink, since it could hurt them..." He didn't want to get more specific than that, figuring that was more of a job for Goldie.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY
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