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[michael t.]

DEALER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON

It seemed as though Butch was not Michael's only child who took an interest in his father's methods of "work." Of course, unlike Butch – who seemed to take after Trevor's far more direct methods – Franklin seemed as though he wanted to play a game. It reminded the dealer of his own games that he had played as a kit. Of course, it seemed as though Frank actually wanted to play a game, rather than just trying to get things from people – or at least, the things were just a secondary benefit. A soft chuckle left the bobcat as he made his way over, brushing up alongside Roxie in greeting. He shot his sister a faint smile before looking towards his son, questioning softly, "Decided to set up your own little gambling ring, eh lil squirt?" The small feline let out a low hum as he reached down, pulling off one of his silver rings and laying it down on the table. With a confident little grin on his face, Michael said firmly, "Alright, I'm game to play. Can only give you one of my smaller rings, though. Don't think your dad would be too happy if I bet my wedding ring on anything." He chuckled a bit, thinking back on how delighted Trevor always looked when he noticed Michael was wearing his wedding ring.

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

— Reggan