11-08-2020, 11:12 PM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Truthfully, Michael would've expected nothing less from his sister besides good-natured ribbing, and he immediately felt an amused smirk curling on his muzzle. He stuck his tongue out at her, sharp vampire fangs flashing as he spoke, "The right price, eh? How about I promise not to let my rats loose in your house?" He then paused before adding, a snort of amusement leaving him, "All my rats besides Princess, since I know you like her too much to be angry about that." He let his claws tap lightly against the table before him, until Torsten ended up approaching. The dealer found himself glancing over, but it was his husband who spoke up first, Trevor's gruff voice barking out, "Oh, she should definitely let you get your claws painted! S'not as if it'll hurt ya, and it'd be a double standard for her not to. Green's a great color for it, kid." The coyote then reached out to pat Torsten on the head, nudging Michael gently as he did so.
The dealer then made a soft noise as he felt Diya's nudge against his shoulder, smiling brightly at his fellow vampire before he spoke, "This is how we express our love – jokes and thinly veiled threats." He then shrugged his shoulders, muttering with a casual hum, "I don't mind if you do Alexandre's, Diya. That'll give me time to get mine painted, and then I can do Torsten's. And no, Trev, you can't do Torsten's. Your painting is even more terrible than mine." He glanced back at his husband with a smirk, chuckling when he saw the sour look on the canine's face. Although Trevor said nothing in protest, he did step forward to rest his chin on Michael's head, squishing the thief down as he waited for Roxie to help him.
The dealer then made a soft noise as he felt Diya's nudge against his shoulder, smiling brightly at his fellow vampire before he spoke, "This is how we express our love – jokes and thinly veiled threats." He then shrugged his shoulders, muttering with a casual hum, "I don't mind if you do Alexandre's, Diya. That'll give me time to get mine painted, and then I can do Torsten's. And no, Trev, you can't do Torsten's. Your painting is even more terrible than mine." He glanced back at his husband with a smirk, chuckling when he saw the sour look on the canine's face. Although Trevor said nothing in protest, he did step forward to rest his chin on Michael's head, squishing the thief down as he waited for Roxie to help him.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan