10-28-2020, 01:20 AM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Tanglewood. Michael wasn't a massively huge fan of their allied group, nor did he imagine they were a huge fan of him. Or, at least, they wouldn't be, if they knew who he really was. His accidental kidnapping of Moth was now far in the past, and he doubted that it would get dredged up anytime soon, but he still found himself anxious whenever a tangler came by. Despite this, he always made a habit of approaching when they did. After all, he didn't want to appear suspicious, and interacting with allies was part of his job as a dealer. So, even with the voice in his head telling him to stay far away from Raymond and the gifts that he offered, the bobcat made his way over, bright gold jewelry glinting in the light. He doubted that too much exciting would go on here – after all, it was just a simple ambassador visit.
The thief's eyes lingered for a moment on the basket of gifts that Raymond had pushed forward, intrigued by the skull masks that were present. In addition to that, the strong smell of herbs caused him to smile, knowing that Roan would no doubt be pleased. Rolling his shoulders, Michael found himself speaking up, "Hey there... like Keona said, we've been doing pretty good lately. No real issues popping up, far as I know. Thanks for the herbs, though. Our medics will be happy about that." It almost felt foreign to him to say medics, considering how long Roan had been without any true assistance. However, it was hardly a bad thing, and Michael was glad to see his nephew finally able to take some strain off of his own shoulders.
The thief's eyes lingered for a moment on the basket of gifts that Raymond had pushed forward, intrigued by the skull masks that were present. In addition to that, the strong smell of herbs caused him to smile, knowing that Roan would no doubt be pleased. Rolling his shoulders, Michael found himself speaking up, "Hey there... like Keona said, we've been doing pretty good lately. No real issues popping up, far as I know. Thanks for the herbs, though. Our medics will be happy about that." It almost felt foreign to him to say medics, considering how long Roan had been without any true assistance. However, it was hardly a bad thing, and Michael was glad to see his nephew finally able to take some strain off of his own shoulders.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan