09-28-2020, 10:18 PM
DEALER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON
Michael would probably never admit it aloud, but to see so many others gathering around happily because of something he was doing... it made him happy as well. The Typhoon as a whole had definitely become like family to him as time went on, and getting to make his family happy – even through his rather unconventional means – delighted him as well. With a proud little puff of his chest, the fugitive said softly to Rosemary once she had taken a sip, "I'm glad you enjoyed it... or at least found it more enjoyable than some things. I know that alcohol can be pretty overwhelming sometimes." The taste was definitely a big factor as to whether or not one could even stomach alcohol, although some – such as himself – chose to ignore it entirely. He was about to turn to Roxie, especially since his sister seemed pleased with his drink choice for her, but then Alia came trotting over. She seemed intrigued by what he was doing, and he request for a drink was fair. Favoritism towards his own child probably wouldn't have been very surprising, but he also didn't particularly want to make Alia upset – or Roxie, for that matter, considering the look on the quartermaster's face.
Letting out a soft affirmative hum in Alia's direction, Michael turned and began to sift through everything that he had, including the ice grinder. After a few minutes of prep, he pushed forward a drink that looked sort of like a smoothie, and was pink in color. The thief explained to Alia, short tail twitching and wagging behind him, "Here you go, Alia. It's a strawberry daiquiri – minus the alcohol. It's essentially a strawberry smoothie, but it's really good... sweet, too." He remembered his mother having strawberry daiquiris often when he was just a kit, and he had eventually replicated what she did, although taking away the alcohol when he was a child. Back then, he hadn't been able to get over the taste. Turning back towards his son, Michael laughed when he heard Franklin's words, reaching out to mess with the pup's fur atop his head, "What, you really think your old man is so mean that I wouldn't make her anything? Frankly I'm insulted, squirt." He was just teasing, of course, feeling like he was in a particularly good mood.
Letting out a soft affirmative hum in Alia's direction, Michael turned and began to sift through everything that he had, including the ice grinder. After a few minutes of prep, he pushed forward a drink that looked sort of like a smoothie, and was pink in color. The thief explained to Alia, short tail twitching and wagging behind him, "Here you go, Alia. It's a strawberry daiquiri – minus the alcohol. It's essentially a strawberry smoothie, but it's really good... sweet, too." He remembered his mother having strawberry daiquiris often when he was just a kit, and he had eventually replicated what she did, although taking away the alcohol when he was a child. Back then, he hadn't been able to get over the taste. Turning back towards his son, Michael laughed when he heard Franklin's words, reaching out to mess with the pup's fur atop his head, "What, you really think your old man is so mean that I wouldn't make her anything? Frankly I'm insulted, squirt." He was just teasing, of course, feeling like he was in a particularly good mood.
AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
— Reggan
— Reggan