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!

The first one to come and greet him was someone... really tiny. Keona's approach caused Midas's head to snap up, his eyes widening and his head tilting to one side. She talked all proper, like an adult, and claimed that she was a dealer, but... hell, she was smaller than him. As much as the pup liked to believe he was big and scary, he was constantly reminded of how young he really still was, so to see someone smaller than him who seemed so much older was certainly a shock, to say the least.

He was quick to voice this, heavily accented voice amused as he spoke up, "Wow! Yer Keona? M'dad 'as told me about you before, but he never mentioned that you were so tiny! Y'got some kinda defect or somethin'?" Internally, the coyote knew that such a question was probably rude to ask. In spite of this, he couldn't help the words pouring forth from his muzzle, no matter how crude they were. Perhaps he'd learn to hold his tongue a bit better once he was older. Tapping a paw thoughtfully against his own muzzle, Midas then questioned, "So yer the other dealer, huh? I bet bein' all tiny really comes in 'andy when yer spying on other groups, right?" When the young canine thought about the divisions and dealers, he couldn't imagine anything more exciting than infiltrating other groups. Getting to see them from the inside without them even knowing you were there – although he was fairly sure he'd never be too good at it.

— Reggan