08-30-2020, 03:40 PM
Michael hadn't been around much lately, and he knew it. However, he did have a good reason for it. In fact, it was the same reason why Aphra was currently holed up in her room, curled up around a trio of kittens. While the reaver wasn't exactly having kittens, he was having pups, and he wanted to make sure they were as healthy as possible. So, the coyote had been spending most of his days at home, or around Roxie. His sister had been understandably pissed at him after his whole leaving stunt, but she also knew what being pregnant was like, so she was supportive. It was a good thing, too, since it wasn't as if Michael had ever planned for this, or had any experience. Unlike Aphra, he wasn't popping out kids every other month, or sleeping with some random person. He had found out about the stark white feline's pregnancy secondhand, since he and Rox were prone to gossiping when left alone together. At the time, he had found himself just rolling his eyes, grumbling something about how it should've been expected at this point. Aphra loved attention, and what better way to get it than through kids?
However, just because these little ones happened to be spawns of Aphra didn't mean he wouldn't protect them. They were still kids and crewmates, and it was part of his entire job to make sure that they remained safe. Part of him wanted to think that, surely, Aphra would keep her own young safe all on her own, but a larger part of him knew that, no, she probably wouldn't. He wasn't sure the feline had a single decent shred in her entire body, and Michael knew that practically everyone within the group would be watching her parenting like a hawk, including himself. That was why he had found himself drawn to Aphra's place that day in the first place. He had a basket in his jaws full of various things such as tea, blankets, and herbs for milk and such. Roan had given him a similar package to prepare for his own pregnancy, but the coyote hardly needed it all, so he figured he'd give some to Aphra, just to make sure she wouldn't hurt the kids. However, when he grew close to her home, he was caught off guard by new and unfamiliar scents, along with the soft mumbling of what sounded like names.
Peeking his head in the doorway, Michael was both surprised and unsurprised to see Aphra curled around her children. Surprised because it seemed rather early, but also unsurprised, since what else could she have been naming? The dark black coyote eyed Aphra's children for a moment, taking in the variety of colors that were present in them. After a long moment of thought, the reaver just snorted, putting his basket of goods down to the side of the door, "Congratulations, Aphra." He then let his eyes flick upwards, practically boring holes straight into her, "Don't fuck them up. Or I'll fuck you up." With that said, and his gift delivered, the canine turned and headed off, figuring he'd give the new mother privacy.
However, just because these little ones happened to be spawns of Aphra didn't mean he wouldn't protect them. They were still kids and crewmates, and it was part of his entire job to make sure that they remained safe. Part of him wanted to think that, surely, Aphra would keep her own young safe all on her own, but a larger part of him knew that, no, she probably wouldn't. He wasn't sure the feline had a single decent shred in her entire body, and Michael knew that practically everyone within the group would be watching her parenting like a hawk, including himself. That was why he had found himself drawn to Aphra's place that day in the first place. He had a basket in his jaws full of various things such as tea, blankets, and herbs for milk and such. Roan had given him a similar package to prepare for his own pregnancy, but the coyote hardly needed it all, so he figured he'd give some to Aphra, just to make sure she wouldn't hurt the kids. However, when he grew close to her home, he was caught off guard by new and unfamiliar scents, along with the soft mumbling of what sounded like names.
Peeking his head in the doorway, Michael was both surprised and unsurprised to see Aphra curled around her children. Surprised because it seemed rather early, but also unsurprised, since what else could she have been naming? The dark black coyote eyed Aphra's children for a moment, taking in the variety of colors that were present in them. After a long moment of thought, the reaver just snorted, putting his basket of goods down to the side of the door, "Congratulations, Aphra." He then let his eyes flick upwards, practically boring holes straight into her, "Don't fuck them up. Or I'll fuck you up." With that said, and his gift delivered, the canine turned and headed off, figuring he'd give the new mother privacy.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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