10-28-2020, 01:11 AM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
The approach of Butch was enough to make Michael tense up, but not because he disliked the boy's company. No, he loved the company of his son, as well as the company of all his children. He would die for them, and Trevor, and he would smile while doing it. They were everything to him, and he wasn't afraid to put that out into the world, even if it might eventually be his downfall. Rather, he tensed up when Butch approached, because he didn't want his child to see him in this way. It had been bad enough when he had let Trevor see him like this, all strung out and numb without any good reason as to why. Of course, Trev had never been mean about it, or asked him to change. Instead, the other had always just pulled him close and comforted him, making sure that he got through safely to the next day. Just the thought of it was enough to make tears well up in his eyes, and he felt the usual strong pull towards his home, his children, and his husband. That was good – he was feeling something, at least for now.
Turning his head towards Butch, the dealer leaned down to press his nose lovingly to the top of his son's head, letting out a soft purr, "Butch... don't worry about me. Dad's okay, see? But... but I'm glad to have you here. So glad..." He still felt choked up as he wrapped a front limb around the small canine, but he thankfully managed to swallow it down. He then turned towards Aphra, glad that he had recovered somewhat before he spoke, "More at peace... I'm surprised you enjoy it. Not that I don't understand." He glanced briefly up at the darkened sky above, giving Butch a little squeeze before he continued, "...It's comforting, in a way. Helps me clear my mind. It... hopefully, it'll help me with this." He didn't know entirely how to make the numbness go away – and wasn't sure he ever would – but at least he had this. At least he had friends, and family, who loved him. Who would make sure that he would be alright, eventually.
Turning his head towards Butch, the dealer leaned down to press his nose lovingly to the top of his son's head, letting out a soft purr, "Butch... don't worry about me. Dad's okay, see? But... but I'm glad to have you here. So glad..." He still felt choked up as he wrapped a front limb around the small canine, but he thankfully managed to swallow it down. He then turned towards Aphra, glad that he had recovered somewhat before he spoke, "More at peace... I'm surprised you enjoy it. Not that I don't understand." He glanced briefly up at the darkened sky above, giving Butch a little squeeze before he continued, "...It's comforting, in a way. Helps me clear my mind. It... hopefully, it'll help me with this." He didn't know entirely how to make the numbness go away – and wasn't sure he ever would – but at least he had this. At least he had friends, and family, who loved him. Who would make sure that he would be alright, eventually.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan