shooting star - joining

[michael t.]

Brandy. Michael knew of the kid, although it was occasionally pretty hard to keep track of what was going on with him. Brandy, Elduin, Rift... there were so many names in the bobcat's head for just one person, and every time he was reintroduced to everyone, the dealer felt as if he was meeting someone entirely new. Despite this, he never saw any reason to be rude to Brandy, or had any desire to dislike him. He just occasionally got confused, especially since there was so much going on as of late. Of course, this whole situation wouldn't make things any easier for the poor thief, who had just been trying to hold a bunch of things together as of late.

Michael had been out on a walk along the shore when he heard the sudden startled call of Brandy, just before the other went crashing into the sand. The dealer found himself wincing, just imagining how much such a crash must've hurt. He was quick to head over afterwards, arriving shortly after Rift as he muttered, "Jesus, kid, are you alright? You took quite a fall, there..." Perhaps if Michael had been a bit more focused, he would've caught on to the fact that something was... odd about this particular encounter, especially with Rift there as well. However, instead his focus was on Brandy's injured wrist, a frown curling on his muzzle before he questioned, "Your wrist... can you move it? It looks kinda... broken..." He was no doctor, but he didn't think that anybody's wrist was supposed to bend like that.