09-22-2020, 12:22 AM
DEALER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON
When Inferno initially turned and spoke to him, Michael immediately found himself recoiling, a soft hiss leaving him as he heard the child. What the fuck was wrong with her? He grumbled lowly, just shaking his head at Inferno's absolutely baffling words, "Jesus, kid... you really need to get some therapy or somethin'." Those were some bold words, coming from him, but at least he wasn't as insane as the child in front of him. In fact, she was at such a level that even Aphra seemed tired of her bullshit, coming over and immediately telling her to shut up. Normally, Michael would think that was a bitch move on Aphra's part, but... was Inferno just legitimately cursed, or something? Either way, the bobcat briefly looked over at Aphra before he muttered, sighing at the feline, "Drag her over to Rosemary, or Roan, or somebody... anyone who can check out her brain. Seriously." The kid was what, three months old? That definitely meant that something was seriously wrong. It had to be, for someone so young to be asking others to attack them.
Eager to get his mind off of Inferno and her disturbing nature, Michael then turned his attention back to Lawkit, that same worried frown returning to his face. Sighing, the thief moved over to one side of Law, gently pressing against the child as he muttered comfortingly, "C'mon, Lawkit. I'll help Rosemary get you to the temple... you seem like you could use it right now." The fugitive had gotten a migraine or two in the past, but they were often violent stress migraines, and were the kind that ended up keeping him in bed for days, curled up and sleeping as much as possible. He remembered when he had gotten his first one, and Trevor had been so panicked because Michael was practically acting like a zombie on Earth. Lawkit sort of reminded him of that right now, albeit on a slightly smaller level. Part of the dealer just wanted to pick the kid up by the scruff of the neck and carry him to the temple, but there were two issues with that. One, he didn't want Lawkit to be embarrassed, especially with his still very recent promotion. And two, he wasn't even sure he was big enough to pick the growing hybrid up, at least not in his bobcat form.
Eager to get his mind off of Inferno and her disturbing nature, Michael then turned his attention back to Lawkit, that same worried frown returning to his face. Sighing, the thief moved over to one side of Law, gently pressing against the child as he muttered comfortingly, "C'mon, Lawkit. I'll help Rosemary get you to the temple... you seem like you could use it right now." The fugitive had gotten a migraine or two in the past, but they were often violent stress migraines, and were the kind that ended up keeping him in bed for days, curled up and sleeping as much as possible. He remembered when he had gotten his first one, and Trevor had been so panicked because Michael was practically acting like a zombie on Earth. Lawkit sort of reminded him of that right now, albeit on a slightly smaller level. Part of the dealer just wanted to pick the kid up by the scruff of the neck and carry him to the temple, but there were two issues with that. One, he didn't want Lawkit to be embarrassed, especially with his still very recent promotion. And two, he wasn't even sure he was big enough to pick the growing hybrid up, at least not in his bobcat form.
AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
— Reggan
— Reggan