TO BE IN TOTAL CONTROL ☆ re-introduction

[MIDAS.]

M I D A S

i don't give a motherfuck what you're doing,
i don't give a motherfuck who you're seeing!

Unlike most others who at the moment were returning or re-emerging from their homes after the Coalition's defeat, Midas hadn't really been hiding. Nor did he have any sort of noble and important goal he had been pursuing during his absence, either. Rather, he had simply been a child for the majority of the time that everything had gone to shit. He had been too young to be let out of the house on his own by dad or pops, and while he and Frankie did occasionally sneak out, he found more entertainment within his home. It was hard not to, when his dads were two world class thieves, and they lived in a house full of pet rats and moths. There was more than enough for him to do, and his dad's orders to stay inside had only become more strict once the Coalition had shown up.

Neither he nor Frank had been allowed out after that point, Michael's words a bit manic as he told them that it was for their own safety. Ultimately, their pops had to come over and calm him down a bit to soothe his anxious and ailing mind. After that, Midas had decided that he would follow his dad's instructions for the moment, not wanting to see a similar anxious expression on the bobcat's face ever again. Thankfully, Frankie had seemed mostly in agreement with that, so the two of them at least had each other to keep themselves entertained while they were trapped inside. Not to mention the fact that they were constantly waiting for news, watching every little thing their dad or pops did, listening for any sound of fighting outside. Eventually, it had come again.

It was after that day that their dad came back inside, telling his children that it was once again safe to go out. However, even as he had smiled and reassured them that the Coalition had been fought back, Midas couldn't help but notice how Michael's eyes had a slightly pained look to them. It was obvious that something had gone wrong, if the way that both his dad and pops had then disappeared off, faintly mumbling about heads and Goldie. That didn't spell anything good, especially since the pup knew how much his dad respected their captain.

With everything seemingly fucked, Midas had decided that it was time for him to re-introduce himself to the world. After all, they were no longer taken over, and people were evident saddened because of... whatever had happened to their beloved captain. So, he might as well try to put a smile on their faces, right? Right.

He had waited only a few days before he threw open the front door of his family's house, walking through the sand and towards the main town area, the tavern a shining beacon to guide him along. Once he had deemed that he was close enough for a large group to hear him, Midas announced himself loudly, "Ay there, fuck'eads! I 'eard that we're finally not taken over anymore! So I decided that it was tha proper time ta re-introduce myself to you all! My name is Midas Townley-Phillips, and my dad is a dealer around 'ere. So, ya better be nice ta me." With that, the boy's loud voice then fell silent. Evidently, the coyote pup was happy with his new introduction, and was waiting for others to introduce themselves.

— Reggan