roast - open; hunting stranger

[michael t.]

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

It was a rather well known fact throughout The Typhoon that Michael had a certain fondness for rats. He wasn't sure what attracted him to the tiny vermin, but he enjoyed their company, and kept an entire mischief of them within his home as companions. His family had mostly grown used to this, both his husband and children treating the dealer's rats as if they were family, as well. In spite of this, the thief hadn't simply forgotten that some creatures viewed rats as nothing more than food.

It was a fact he was very much aware of, actually, seeing as he had to seal off most of his home to make sure his rats didn't get out without him – he didn't want to risk them being killed. Requiem was a prime example of the kind of beast that Michael was hiding his little mischief away from, and as he approached where she was perched in the trees, he couldn't help the way that his stomach was twisting. The remains of the rat she held in her claws made him want to recoil, and he actually did so when she dropped it, his body shifting backwards and a harsh little hiss leaving his muzzle. He immediately decided he didn't like Requiem very much.

Despite this, the dealer didn't immediately make his displeasure known, not wanting to be unprofessional. After all, it was part of his job to welcome others into the group, regardless of who or what they were. It was because of this purpose that the bobcat took a deep breath inward, evening himself out before he spoke, sharp mismatched blue gaze on Requiem, "This place is The Typhoon. If you're sentient, you should know that most groups aren't exactly a fan of outsiders just freely hunting on their lands." Especially when you waste that food, Michael's mind supplied. He just shook his head before continuing, "Are you interested in joining, or are you going to stop stealing our food?" Perhaps that was a little harsher than his usual greeting, but he couldn't help it. He had already been on edge lately thanks to all of the Coalition and Iron Forged nonsense, and Requiem's sharp attitude certainly wasn't helping. If she decided that she wasn't interested in respecting the boundaries of others, then he could very well decide that he was going to help her become interested.

— Reggan