09-02-2020, 02:03 AM
He really should've known that Aphra would eventually show up to ruin things, as she had a rather disturbing habit of doing. Michael tried his best not to stick his nose in other people's business, but the reaver couldn't deny that being in The Typhoon had softened him, and made him more protective over the children within the group. Needless to say, despite the other being the kid's mother, the coyote saw Aphra as nothing more than a nuisance in Vayne's life. A bad influence, and a plague that should've been purged from it the moment she was born, rather than trying to raise her. He wasn't sure why, but the other's presence alone was enough to raise his blood pressure, and soon enough blue eyes were narrowed in the felines direction. He snapped, teeth bared, "She doesn't need your fucking approval either, Aphra, mother or not. That's like getting the approval of a bag of shit." In the back of his mind, he found himself wondering if he'd get yelled at for taking a chunk out of Aphra's side. Maybe he could just blame it on the pregnancy hormones, and Goldie would let him off the hook?
Trying to calm himself down, the canine pressed lightly into Roxie's side, a little huff leaving him before he refocused his attention on Vayne. Pointedly ignoring Aphra's presence, the thief found himself barking, "Rox is right, you know. Life isn't all about a straight back and making yourself look proper. If you believe in that, you'll just be all achy and cranky, and you'll end up just as bitter as Aphra. You shouldn't listen to her, kid." He felt no remorse in warning Vayne of the risks of listening to her mother. Aphra had been nothing but a thorn in the side of the Typhoon for ages now, and they really didn't need another carbon copy of her wandering around, growing just as bitter and bitchy. Instead, he'd like to see Vayne flourish, brought up by the group as a whole, and learning actual morals, and how to think for herself.
Trying to calm himself down, the canine pressed lightly into Roxie's side, a little huff leaving him before he refocused his attention on Vayne. Pointedly ignoring Aphra's presence, the thief found himself barking, "Rox is right, you know. Life isn't all about a straight back and making yourself look proper. If you believe in that, you'll just be all achy and cranky, and you'll end up just as bitter as Aphra. You shouldn't listen to her, kid." He felt no remorse in warning Vayne of the risks of listening to her mother. Aphra had been nothing but a thorn in the side of the Typhoon for ages now, and they really didn't need another carbon copy of her wandering around, growing just as bitter and bitchy. Instead, he'd like to see Vayne flourish, brought up by the group as a whole, and learning actual morals, and how to think for herself.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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