01-04-2021, 03:50 AM
Michael had never really been the biggest fan of books, if he was honest. He knew how to read them, and there was one or two stories that he enjoyed reading and re-reading on occasion. However, the dealer much preferred movies over books, any day. Granted, movies were a lot harder to come by in the beyond, especially considering the limited technology of the island, and the fact that projectors weren't exactly commonplace. In spite of this, Michael had managed to get his paws on a decent sized collection of various different films that he loved, constantly able to quote from them and ever eager to explain their storylines. Trevor was the one most commonly subjected to the thief's utter joy over certain movies, but others had certainly fallen victim to his rambling as well. It was usually brought on by them just casually asking what it was about the films that Michael loved so much, and that would be enough to set him off. So, needless to say, the bobcat could certainly understand wanting to collect something for yourself – even if he didn't quite see the point of books if you couldn't read.
The male knew that he had met Coal once before, but it had hardly been under the best of conditions. His memory of the whole incident was kinda fuzzy, considering he had been sort of busy licking Coalition blood from his chops. Still, he remembered that the guy's name was Coal – which was a pretty fucking weird name, at least in Michael's opinion – and he was a pretty weird dude. It was really of no surprise to the dealer when he came upon both Keona and the new feline, just blinking a couple of times as he processed what the other had been rambling about. He was... making up titles? Nearby, Keona was asking him about what he was looking for, but the thief couldn't help but be much more direct, sounding bewildered, "You... you were just muttering your own titles to yourself. Are you... do you not know how to read? What the fuck is the point of gathering books if you don't even know how to read them?" Honestly, Michael didn't seem mean spirited or aggravated as he said that, just... bewildered.
The male knew that he had met Coal once before, but it had hardly been under the best of conditions. His memory of the whole incident was kinda fuzzy, considering he had been sort of busy licking Coalition blood from his chops. Still, he remembered that the guy's name was Coal – which was a pretty fucking weird name, at least in Michael's opinion – and he was a pretty weird dude. It was really of no surprise to the dealer when he came upon both Keona and the new feline, just blinking a couple of times as he processed what the other had been rambling about. He was... making up titles? Nearby, Keona was asking him about what he was looking for, but the thief couldn't help but be much more direct, sounding bewildered, "You... you were just muttering your own titles to yourself. Are you... do you not know how to read? What the fuck is the point of gathering books if you don't even know how to read them?" Honestly, Michael didn't seem mean spirited or aggravated as he said that, just... bewildered.
— Reggan