10-16-2020, 02:22 PM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
A soft chuckle left Michael as he watched Franklin work, a faint smile curled on his muzzle as he watched his son's paws move the shells around. It was quite a cute little game that he had decided to set up, and the bobcat found himself glancing over at Rox, smirking faintly at his sister as she tempted fate. Of course, with most things that happened within The Typhoon, Aphra had decided to show up to ruin things. Her scent alone was enough to make the thief's fur bristle slightly, and he sent a sharp mismatched glare in the feline's direction.
Did she really just have to come over and cause shit? If she wasn't going to play anyways, then there wasn't any reason for her to open her big fat mouth. With his tail twitching and lashing behind him, Michael raised his voice and called out, "Hey, Aphra! You don't exactly have any room to talk about children's behavior, so why don't you mind your own business?" His claws dug lightly into the sand beneath him, and the dealer reached out with his earth elementals, pulling several medium sized rocks from the sand and attempting to send them flying in Aphra's direction.
Did she really just have to come over and cause shit? If she wasn't going to play anyways, then there wasn't any reason for her to open her big fat mouth. With his tail twitching and lashing behind him, Michael raised his voice and called out, "Hey, Aphra! You don't exactly have any room to talk about children's behavior, so why don't you mind your own business?" His claws dug lightly into the sand beneath him, and the dealer reached out with his earth elementals, pulling several medium sized rocks from the sand and attempting to send them flying in Aphra's direction.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan