10-10-2020, 04:28 PM
DEALER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON
He knew he should've been happy. There was no reason for him not to be, along with a massive amount of reasons why he should've been. He had his husband, he had his kids, he had his sister and the rest of his family, including Roxie's new children. He had all the reasons in the world to be overjoyed, and content, and initially, he had thought that he was. He had felt content, or at least calm. However, he had then come to the conclusion that no, he didn't feel happy, or calm. Instead, he felt numb. Everything felt dull and grey, as if the entire world had been covered in a film of static when he hadn't been looking. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt like this, but he knew that it had happened before in his life. He never knew what the cause of it was, and it commonly came and went no matter what, but it had been some time since he had been numb, if he was remembering right. Probably not since before he had joined The Typhoon thanks to Roxie's influence.
Needless to say, the numbness wasn't a pleasant feeling. Maybe some out there might have killed for the opportunity to not feel anything, but Michael wasn't that kind of guy, and he just wanted to be happy. Happy for himself, happy for his sister, happy for The Typhoon as a whole. Instead, he just felt empty, and upset, and he wasn't sure what to do with himself. It was nearing the end of the day, and he had already done all of his dealer duties that he needed to get to. Now he was just wandering, the sands shifting beneath his feet as he walked along the edge of the water. Part of him wanted to return back to his home, where Trevor and his children were, but a larger part of him didn't. He didn't want them to see him like this, unsure of anything he was doing and struggling just to keep himself upright. He wanted to bury himself beneath the sand, to just close his eyes and relax. Maybe sleep would give him a sort of relief from the static.
Instead of sleeping on the sand, however, he just sat down at the edge of the sea, pressing one of his paws up against his face. Scrubbing at his good eye, the bobcat found himself muttering, sounding more tired than ever, "What's wrong...? What do I do?" He wasn't actually looking for an answer, just venting his questions out to the air around him. He dug his teeth briefly into the inside of his cheek, just for the faint spark of pain that caused him to jump. He glanced back in the direction of his home, wondering how long he should take before he returned back home.
Needless to say, the numbness wasn't a pleasant feeling. Maybe some out there might have killed for the opportunity to not feel anything, but Michael wasn't that kind of guy, and he just wanted to be happy. Happy for himself, happy for his sister, happy for The Typhoon as a whole. Instead, he just felt empty, and upset, and he wasn't sure what to do with himself. It was nearing the end of the day, and he had already done all of his dealer duties that he needed to get to. Now he was just wandering, the sands shifting beneath his feet as he walked along the edge of the water. Part of him wanted to return back to his home, where Trevor and his children were, but a larger part of him didn't. He didn't want them to see him like this, unsure of anything he was doing and struggling just to keep himself upright. He wanted to bury himself beneath the sand, to just close his eyes and relax. Maybe sleep would give him a sort of relief from the static.
Instead of sleeping on the sand, however, he just sat down at the edge of the sea, pressing one of his paws up against his face. Scrubbing at his good eye, the bobcat found himself muttering, sounding more tired than ever, "What's wrong...? What do I do?" He wasn't actually looking for an answer, just venting his questions out to the air around him. He dug his teeth briefly into the inside of his cheek, just for the faint spark of pain that caused him to jump. He glanced back in the direction of his home, wondering how long he should take before he returned back home.
AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
— Reggan
— Reggan