11-03-2020, 02:52 AM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Newcomers were hardly unusual for The Typhoon, even if it did seem as though things had slowed down recently. Newcomers who ended up on their shores, drenched and disoriented? Well, that was also pretty damn common. It seemed as though about half of those who ended up here did so unintentionally, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Even those that had just washed up on their shore usually ended up enjoying their time in The Typhoon, however brief or long it ended up being. However, Michael was pretty glad that he hadn't ended up within The Typhoon from some unfortunate seabound circumstances. That would've been a disaster, especially since it would've meant that there was even less of a chance of Trevor eventually finding him. That alone was enough to make the bobcat shiver down to his very core, not enjoying the thought. Even if he had once claimed that Trev was only a partner in crime, he knew now that he couldn't live without the coyote, no matter what.
However, that was enough reminiscing for one day, especially given the fact that two strangers were now sitting upon their shores, looking rather confused by their predicament. The dealer would usually let somebody else handle them first, but this time his curiosity drove him over. Well... his curiosity, and the fact that he could see flashes of gold coming from Merrick. It was pretty obvious just how much Michael liked gold, if one was to take even a brief look at the vast collection of jewelry that the thief wore. He was wearing that same glittering jewelry as he made his way over to where Merrick and Hillian were, one of his pet rats also curled loosely around his neck. He had started taking them out with him on walks, so that they could get some "exercise." Really, he just enjoyed the silent company. As his pet rat, Wade, sniffed at the newcomers and chattered away because of their presence, Michael found himself questioning them, "'Ey. The two of you don't look like you've exactly been around here before. Are those the remains of how you got here?" He pointed a paw at the various bits of wood and debris, unable to hold back a small snort.
Short puff of a tail twitching behind him, the dealer then continued on with the usual questions, head tilted to one side, "The two of you got names? 'Cause you washed up on Typhoon territory, and there's a chance you can stay until you get your bearings... if you're nice." He flashed a toothy smile, mischief dancing in his mismatched blue eyes. He usually chose not to mess with newcomers, figuring it wasn't very professional of him, but these two made it hard to resist, especially with their bickering. He'd almost go so far as to compare them to himself and Trevor in the past, but he didn't yet pick up on any overt sexual tension, so that probably wasn't the case. Plus, he was fairly sure if this pair tried to rob anyone, they'd somehow end up losing things, rather than gaining anything from it.
However, that was enough reminiscing for one day, especially given the fact that two strangers were now sitting upon their shores, looking rather confused by their predicament. The dealer would usually let somebody else handle them first, but this time his curiosity drove him over. Well... his curiosity, and the fact that he could see flashes of gold coming from Merrick. It was pretty obvious just how much Michael liked gold, if one was to take even a brief look at the vast collection of jewelry that the thief wore. He was wearing that same glittering jewelry as he made his way over to where Merrick and Hillian were, one of his pet rats also curled loosely around his neck. He had started taking them out with him on walks, so that they could get some "exercise." Really, he just enjoyed the silent company. As his pet rat, Wade, sniffed at the newcomers and chattered away because of their presence, Michael found himself questioning them, "'Ey. The two of you don't look like you've exactly been around here before. Are those the remains of how you got here?" He pointed a paw at the various bits of wood and debris, unable to hold back a small snort.
Short puff of a tail twitching behind him, the dealer then continued on with the usual questions, head tilted to one side, "The two of you got names? 'Cause you washed up on Typhoon territory, and there's a chance you can stay until you get your bearings... if you're nice." He flashed a toothy smile, mischief dancing in his mismatched blue eyes. He usually chose not to mess with newcomers, figuring it wasn't very professional of him, but these two made it hard to resist, especially with their bickering. He'd almost go so far as to compare them to himself and Trevor in the past, but he didn't yet pick up on any overt sexual tension, so that probably wasn't the case. Plus, he was fairly sure if this pair tried to rob anyone, they'd somehow end up losing things, rather than gaining anything from it.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan