12-05-2020, 10:54 PM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Michael had been aware of Torsten's daily morning walks for a while now, mainly because the boy occasionally passed by his and Trevor's hut while he was out exploring. Today was one of these cases, with the dealer stretched out in front of his home with a various assortment of things in front of him. Instead of just his usual sunbathing nap, the fugitive had been cleaning some of his jewelry, having made a habit of doing so ever since he had gotten his first piece many, many months ago. After all, no one wanted gunk building up on the things they put on their body. Of course, Michael ended up distracted from his task when he heard Torsten's excited shouting, coming from the direction of Roxie and Diya"# house. After a moment of hesitation, the bobcat stuffed his half cleaned jewelry back in his jewelry box, stashing it just inside his hut before he turned and followed after where his nephew had gone. When he heard what the boy was asking about, his ears momentarily flicked back, and he questioned, "A tortoise? Don't those things get... kinda big once they're fully grown?" Of course, that wasn't guaranteed to be a deal breaker. After all, Roxie had a crocodile as a companion, and Kal wasn't exactly small.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan