( 50 blessings / breaking & entering ? )

[michael t.]

REAVER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON

Truthfully, Michael wasn't sure when he had committed his first crime. His memory of his past was far too fuzzy, with everything sort of blurring together into a smeared nothingness. He could remember when he had first left his home, desperate claws digging against his father's neck as he escaped, paws newly stained with blood and a sense of freedom in his heart. After that, he could only remember events that had been truly important, such as meeting Trevor, or when he had been captured by The Lost. He was fairly sure he'd never be able to remember the first time he had been caught breaking and entering, although he could remember the injuries that he had sustained from it. He could remember the unpleasant sound his ribs had made as he was slammed into the wall, and the snarl on the face of those that he had wronged. He could only hope that Butch would never end up in a similar situation. The thought of any of his children being hurt like he had... it made his blood boil, and made him wish he could hide them all beneath his thick fur. Just to make sure that they were all happy, and safe. Even though he knew they'd never be truly happy, not if they were kept hidden away with him forever.

Despite this, Michael hadn't wanted Butch to start committing crimes, especially not when they involved the home of his sister, and her girlfriend. At the very least, it being Diya and Roxie's house meant that he wouldn't be punished too harshly – hopefully. The thief had wanted to try and stop his son, as soon as he had spotted the other trying to scramble into the window, but he was just a bit too late. He grew closer just in time to watch Butch jump and go flying through the window, only to be further dragged in by Diya. Cursing softly beneath his breath, the reaver quickly picked up the pace, knocking his paw against the front door. Without waiting for an answer, the bobcat pushed the door open, slipping inside and heading for the kitchen. Once he was inside, he sighed heavily before he spoke, "Diya, shit... sorry, I didn't think he would jump up in here. I let them out today thinking that he would just go for a walk, or go exploring... I promise I didn't teach him to try and break in." He knew just how unconvincing that sounded, considering his past, but he really did mean it. Perhaps it was just the passive influence of he and Trevor being around? Did they teach crime by proxy?

AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF

— Reggan