09-08-2020, 01:45 PM
REAVER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON
Truth be told, Michael had never been the most sociable person either. It would be hard to see now, considering he was practically a social butterfly within The Typhoon, but it was true. Back when it was just he and Trevor, the thief heavily preferred to let the other do most of the talking, even if that often ended up getting them into trouble. Maybe it was because he had been taught to "sit and stay quiet" by his father quite a lot, or maybe it was just because he found most people annoying. Either way, a lot had changed since then, but the reaver was certainly able to understand Diya's point of view.
He hadn't interacted much yet with his sister's... girlfriend? Lover? He wasn't really sure, but either way, he hadn't talked to her much. It wasn't from a lack of interest, especially after his fangs had come in. Instead, it was simply because he had been so busy lately. It was hard not to be, when one had the duties of a reaver and upcoming puppies to worry about. He still had his job as a reaver, and worrying about giving birth was now replaced with worrying about his children in general, but overall? Things had calmed down a bit in his life, and he had considered going to see Diya a couple of times. After all, the cravings when he had been pregnant had been unbearable, and he felt especially guilty after practically draining an entire prey pile of blood.
When Diya came and knocked at his door, Michael hadn't really been doing much. He had shifted back to his usual bobcat body, getting used to the feeling of it again now that the wasn't forced to be a canine. His attention at the time had been focused on one of his rats, Wade, soft laughter leaving his muzzle as he watched the vermin run around in circles. His mismatched blue eyes moved over to the door once he heard Diya's knocking, and it wasn't long before the short feline slipped down from the couch inside of his hut, heading for the door. Opening it, he was surprised by the scent of biscuits, as well as the retreating form of Diya. Frowning slightly, the fugitive questioned softly as he stepped just a bit out of the doorway, "Diya? Where are you going? Are... these for me?" He glanced down at the basket of biscuits curiously, for once glad that the puppies were out exploring The Typhoon's territory. If they had been home, there was no doubt they would've come rushing out of the hut at the first scent of food.
He hadn't interacted much yet with his sister's... girlfriend? Lover? He wasn't really sure, but either way, he hadn't talked to her much. It wasn't from a lack of interest, especially after his fangs had come in. Instead, it was simply because he had been so busy lately. It was hard not to be, when one had the duties of a reaver and upcoming puppies to worry about. He still had his job as a reaver, and worrying about giving birth was now replaced with worrying about his children in general, but overall? Things had calmed down a bit in his life, and he had considered going to see Diya a couple of times. After all, the cravings when he had been pregnant had been unbearable, and he felt especially guilty after practically draining an entire prey pile of blood.
When Diya came and knocked at his door, Michael hadn't really been doing much. He had shifted back to his usual bobcat body, getting used to the feeling of it again now that the wasn't forced to be a canine. His attention at the time had been focused on one of his rats, Wade, soft laughter leaving his muzzle as he watched the vermin run around in circles. His mismatched blue eyes moved over to the door once he heard Diya's knocking, and it wasn't long before the short feline slipped down from the couch inside of his hut, heading for the door. Opening it, he was surprised by the scent of biscuits, as well as the retreating form of Diya. Frowning slightly, the fugitive questioned softly as he stepped just a bit out of the doorway, "Diya? Where are you going? Are... these for me?" He glanced down at the basket of biscuits curiously, for once glad that the puppies were out exploring The Typhoon's territory. If they had been home, there was no doubt they would've come rushing out of the hut at the first scent of food.
AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
— Reggan
— Reggan