11-08-2020, 11:25 PM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
"The Blackjack Rats are the best division in The Typhoon, obviously." Michael's voice cut through the air as he made his way over, drawn over by the scent of the sliders that Goldie had made. He hadn't answered the entirety of Alexandre's question – mainly because it was directed at Keona – but that was genuinely how he felt. Although each of the divisions within The Typhoon had a purpose, the thief couldn't help thinking that his own division was the greatest. After all, it not only had him in charge, but Keona as well – he liked to think they worked well together at covering all the bases, considering how wildly different they were. With his short tail twitching behind him, the bobcat sat down nearby, a content hum leaving him before he questioned Goldie, "There was a captain before you, right Goldie? Your dad, right? What was he like?" Michael felt pretty curious about the guy, since he had only ever heard his name – Pincher. He had to be fairly impressive, considering he had managed to raise someone like Goldie.
Reaching out a paw, the thief managed to snatch one of the sliders for himself, taking a large bite of it before a rumbling purr left him. After a lack of his chops, he spoke to those around him, chuckling, "I suppose you all can ask me questions, too. I'm really not all that interesting though, especially since any dealer questions can go to Keona or myself. Speaking of..." He looked towards Keona, smirking slightly mischievously at his fellow dealer – even if she couldn't see it, "Keona, how do you think I've been doing as a dealer?" He didn't really think he had been doing badly, although he did continue to avoid Tanglewood like the plague. Besides that, he had been around plenty, and had made an effort to complete his duties. Then again, it made sense that he would think he was doing a good job, so a second opinion would be nice – and he didn't think someone like Keona would be too harsh.
Reaching out a paw, the thief managed to snatch one of the sliders for himself, taking a large bite of it before a rumbling purr left him. After a lack of his chops, he spoke to those around him, chuckling, "I suppose you all can ask me questions, too. I'm really not all that interesting though, especially since any dealer questions can go to Keona or myself. Speaking of..." He looked towards Keona, smirking slightly mischievously at his fellow dealer – even if she couldn't see it, "Keona, how do you think I've been doing as a dealer?" He didn't really think he had been doing badly, although he did continue to avoid Tanglewood like the plague. Besides that, he had been around plenty, and had made an effort to complete his duties. Then again, it made sense that he would think he was doing a good job, so a second opinion would be nice – and he didn't think someone like Keona would be too harsh.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan