CROOKED CITY ON FIRE ☆ numbness

[michael t.]

pills don't help, but it sure is funny!  ☆  ☆  ☆

MICHAEL TOWNLEY

THE TYPHOON

DEALER

Initially, Michael didn't even notice Diya's approach, his focus being mainly on trying to calm his raging and anxious mind. When she spoke, however, he jumped a bit, his mismatched blue gaze flicking over to focus on her. Her question was simple, but it took him several moments before he was able to answer, seeming sluggish as he spoke, "Ah, Diya. I didn't... think anybody was around..." He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, not liking that anybody had come across him in such a mood. However, he'd only be more embarrassed if he just decided to sprint off towards his home in order to escape from an uncomfortable conversation. After taking a deep breath to relax himself somewhat – it didn't work too well, but he had to at least try – the thief muttered softly, "I'm... I'm alright. Just feeling a little down lately. I mean... I'm a bit out of it, but it's really nothing that you need to worry about, Diya. I'm sure you've got more important things to worry about." He offered Diya a weak little smile, knowing that it probably wasn't very convincing. However, hopefully Diya would be busy, and he could convince her to head away.

He was about to brush everything off, and just say that he was heading back home, but then he was distracted, by the scent of Aphra. He initially tensed up, not looking forward to whatever terrible comment the feline wanted to make. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though she was in the mood, sometjing that caught Michael off guard. Looking towards Aphra, he hesitated for a moment before he spoke up, raising his voice a bit so that she could hear him, "Hey, Aphra. How come you're not sleeping?" Aphra had her own family and home to worry about, so it was surprising to see her out at night like this. Especially so close to he and Diya, considering she supposedly hated the both of them.

☆  ☆  ☆  gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!

— Reggan