11-04-2020, 04:24 PM
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MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
It would probably be of little surprise to anyone within The Typhoon that Michael cared a decent amount about his own appearance. After all, he was constantly wearing quite a bit of glittering jewelry, and he usually tried to make sure that his dark black fur was neat, even if it all had a tendency to sort of blend together. However, one part of his appearance that tended to go neglected was his claws. That wasn't intentional, however. It was just that it was far harder for him to try painting his own claws, and Rox was pretty busy as of late, what with being quartermaster and all. Everybody needed a break once in a while, though, and what better way to provide her with a break, than to have them exchange nail painting? They usually did it so that they were matching with pink and blue, and Michael had always found it a rather nice tradition - especially considering he had never had siblings to share things with as a kit. Still, the dealer knew it would boring to just have them paint each other's nails as usual, so he decided that he was going to get everyone in on it. Or, at least, everyone who was actually interested in having a little pop of color on them - which he assumed would be most, considering the types that tended to live within The Typhoon.
It had taken a bit of time for Michael to gather up all of the colors that he wanted to use, but eventually he found himself outside of his home, with his usual table set up in front of it. The various colors were all laid out, and Trevor was sitting a few paces behind the bobcat, his own nails painted a deep black color with Michael's help. Sparing a brief smile towards his husband, the dealer then turned and let out a shrill whistle before calling, "If anybody wants their nails to be painted any color I've got here, then feel free to come over here, and I'll try my best to do it." Of course, Trevor's somewhat messy nails were a model of how Michael's technique wasn't perfect, but that was alright - he certainly doubted anybody was actually expecting perfection. As he waited for people to approach, he quickly added on, an amused little smirk playing on his lips, "And Rox, you better get your ass over here! My claws have been barren for weeks! Clearly that's a sign that you hate me!" He knew that he was being dramatic, but he doubted anybody would be surprised by that, Roxie especially included.
It had taken a bit of time for Michael to gather up all of the colors that he wanted to use, but eventually he found himself outside of his home, with his usual table set up in front of it. The various colors were all laid out, and Trevor was sitting a few paces behind the bobcat, his own nails painted a deep black color with Michael's help. Sparing a brief smile towards his husband, the dealer then turned and let out a shrill whistle before calling, "If anybody wants their nails to be painted any color I've got here, then feel free to come over here, and I'll try my best to do it." Of course, Trevor's somewhat messy nails were a model of how Michael's technique wasn't perfect, but that was alright - he certainly doubted anybody was actually expecting perfection. As he waited for people to approach, he quickly added on, an amused little smirk playing on his lips, "And Rox, you better get your ass over here! My claws have been barren for weeks! Clearly that's a sign that you hate me!" He knew that he was being dramatic, but he doubted anybody would be surprised by that, Roxie especially included.
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— Reggan
— Reggan