09-07-2020, 12:48 AM
When one named their child after a rather well-known thief, and had said child raised by two rather impressive con-men, it was only natural that the kid would pick up on a few tricks. Even at the ripe age of two months old, Michael could tell that Butch would grow into a troublemaker, and he honestly wasn't sure how he felt about it. On one hand, he was sort of proud of Butch for already following in his and Trevor's footsteps. On the other hand, he had no doubt that would end up getting his son into a great deal of trouble. Either way, the reaver was sure that he and Trev would always be around to get him out of that trouble, through any means necessary. The same went for all of his children, all of whom the pair of thieves had been watching over dutifully, caring for together ever since their birth. Trevor had made no mention of returning to their old home anytime soon, and that also made Michael feel light and slightly giddy, more than relieved to have his entire family together. Even if that did end up making the house a bit of a disaster, when they had all four boys, himself, Trevor, and their pets all milling about. However, they made it work, in their own unique way.
Upon leaving the house that morning, Michael found himself quickly flanked by Midas, the eye-catching pup following along as Michael made his way after Butch's scent. Coming upon his son setting up a rather famous game for scamming, the thief couldn't help the small snort that left him, along with the faint glow of pride in his chest. Coming to a sear nearby, the reaver let his tail wag lazily from side to side before he spoke, "I think I'll just watch for now, Bo. Make sure that you're teaching everyone how to play the game right." From behind the taller canine, Midas went clumsily stumbling over to where his brother was, his own short tail ricocheting back and forth as he said firmly, "I wanna hear 'ow t'play too! And you better not try to teach me wrong." The vaguely antagonistic nature between Midas and Butch had already begun to form, and Michael couldn't help the faint amusement that he felt at it. There wasn't any real anger or bitterness there – at least not as far as the reader knew – just two brothers that were always trying to one up the other.
Upon leaving the house that morning, Michael found himself quickly flanked by Midas, the eye-catching pup following along as Michael made his way after Butch's scent. Coming upon his son setting up a rather famous game for scamming, the thief couldn't help the small snort that left him, along with the faint glow of pride in his chest. Coming to a sear nearby, the reaver let his tail wag lazily from side to side before he spoke, "I think I'll just watch for now, Bo. Make sure that you're teaching everyone how to play the game right." From behind the taller canine, Midas went clumsily stumbling over to where his brother was, his own short tail ricocheting back and forth as he said firmly, "I wanna hear 'ow t'play too! And you better not try to teach me wrong." The vaguely antagonistic nature between Midas and Butch had already begun to form, and Michael couldn't help the faint amusement that he felt at it. There wasn't any real anger or bitterness there – at least not as far as the reader knew – just two brothers that were always trying to one up the other.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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