08-18-2020, 10:47 PM
He wouldn't lie, seeing Aphra jumping back in fear, along with the wounds that she had suffered from the bottle, was immensely satisfying. She claimed it was just a joke, but the coyote found himself snorting, head shaking from side to side before he barked gruffly, "Keep your goddamn jokes to yourself, Aphra. Especially if they involve my kids." Part of him wondered if he was being too harsh, but another part just wished that the bottle had inflicted more damage. After all, the Cipher had a lot of nerve showing her face around anywhere what she had pulled at Sam's death. As Roxanne grew close, Michael found himself smiling slightly, pressing happily into her sister's side once she had settled. His new coyote form was taller than his bobcat one, but once again Roxie remained larger than him, and part of him had to wonder if that had been intentional. He doubted it, but she had always enjoyed teasing him about his stature, so it could really go either way. Nonetheless, the thief found himself snorting when her heard the officer's comment, grateful for her presence as always. He knew that she'd make a wonderful aunt for the puppies.
Turning his mismatched gaze back to Paola, the reaver found himself laughing a little bit more. Both at how he was being referred to as Mr. Michael, and also because of Paola's calling of "dibs." Nodding his head, he muttered as his tail wagged to and fro behind him, "...Maybe you're right. I like to think my husband is pretty cool too, so maybe they'll have a decent shot. Although... please be sure to teach them to lob fish at shitty people. I really don't need all of the Typhoon on my ass cause my kids are causing chaos." Not that he wasn't expecting that, all things considered. Paola's next suggestion... honestly made the smile on Michael's muzzle even brighter. It was still sometimes surreal, knowing that The Typhoon was truly like a family that came together to celebrate such things. Tail still thumping, he said confidently, "That sounds good to me! Even if I can't drink for a while, I can still have a good time... I'm sure that people around here know how to make some good non-alcoholic drinks. Especially with all of the kids visiting the tavern these days." He shot a look at Jaime then, smirking mischievously. He knew that most children within the group had been at the tavern for one reason or another, usually because of their siblings.
Turning his mismatched gaze back to Paola, the reaver found himself laughing a little bit more. Both at how he was being referred to as Mr. Michael, and also because of Paola's calling of "dibs." Nodding his head, he muttered as his tail wagged to and fro behind him, "...Maybe you're right. I like to think my husband is pretty cool too, so maybe they'll have a decent shot. Although... please be sure to teach them to lob fish at shitty people. I really don't need all of the Typhoon on my ass cause my kids are causing chaos." Not that he wasn't expecting that, all things considered. Paola's next suggestion... honestly made the smile on Michael's muzzle even brighter. It was still sometimes surreal, knowing that The Typhoon was truly like a family that came together to celebrate such things. Tail still thumping, he said confidently, "That sounds good to me! Even if I can't drink for a while, I can still have a good time... I'm sure that people around here know how to make some good non-alcoholic drinks. Especially with all of the kids visiting the tavern these days." He shot a look at Jaime then, smirking mischievously. He knew that most children within the group had been at the tavern for one reason or another, usually because of their siblings.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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