FUNNY JOKE RIGHT ☆ return

[michael t.]

All things considered, Michael had honestly expected everyone to be a bit more pissed than they were. He couldn't have even said it was undeserved, considering what he had done. He had honestly thought it to be the best choice for his life to go in that direction, but obviously Roxie and Seapaw didn't think so, and part of him was actually glad for that. With his tail wagging a little behind him, Michael smiled sheepishly back at Roxanne, unable to feel safe with her sharp glare focused on him. The coyote opened his mouth, about to explain that he had given a letter to Trygve, only for Seapaw to interrupt him. He had actually intended on telling Roxie, considering he had no reason to lie to his sister – especially when she would just find out later anyways. Nodding in Seapaw's direction, the reaver barked simply, "Seapaw is right. I figured giving Trygve a letter would be better than just leaving without a word... and I couldn't go and say goodbye personally. He would've tried to talk me outta it... although I guess that ended up happening anyways." He then turned his gaze to Seapaw, muttering with a frown, "...You really need to get some sleep, kid." He could understand why Sea didn't want him out of his sight, but Jesus did the kid look tired.

Looking over when Georgia approached, Michael chuckled and shook his head, a sigh leaving him. The fugitive explained, trying his best to shake off the woozy feeling that still lingered with him, "I tried leavin'... think I kinda panicked about the whole kid thing. I wanted 'em, but I wasn't sure they'd be alright without their father around most of the time. I'm back now though, thanks to Rox and Seapaw. And there's no way I'm doing that again. I feel like I could pass out." Before the canine could ask Georgia how she was doing, he was cut off by the approach of Natyli, his niece practically radiating waves of anger. He immediately felt the need to recoil, his ears flattening down against his head when he heard her words. He wasn't fast enough to stop her from walking away, forced to sigh and call out after her, "Natyli! I'm sorry!" He'd need some time to explain himself later. Or at least, try to make it up to her, and everyone else.

MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER

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