On My Own - Joining -

[michael t.]

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MICHAEL TOWNLEY

THE TYPHOON

DEALER

A newcomer. Not just a newcomer, but also one that didn't look too sure about where he was. That alone was enough to tempt Michael over, the bobcat coming up beside his fellow dearly. As he sat down, the thief looked over Damiana, taking in the other's vaguely confused look. Head tilted to one side, Michael clicked his tongue before speaking softly, "Hey there, kid. You look a bit... lost." Keona had already asked the necessary questions, but the bobcat still allowed his mind to wander. It was pretty obvious Damiana hadn't meant to wind up here, so where had he been going? And where was anyone who knew him? A laundry list of various questions lingered on Michael's mind, waiting along with Keona for the other to speak up.

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— Reggan