ROOTS | open, feral/murder

[michael t.]

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

Cory's words made little sense to Michael's rattled mind, not that they would've made much more sense if the dealer was completely calm and thinking straight. He had been stressed enough already as of late, and to have the wyvern now rambling on about the most insane nonsense he had ever heard... Michael nearly told him to shut the fuck up. However, he knew better than that. Instead, the thief took a deep breath inwards, letting it out slowly before he shook his head, muttering to Cory with narrowed blue eyes, "Cory... I have no goddamn idea what you're talking about. You sound like you're high, or something. Clearly you need some sort of help, or maybe just a nap." The bobcat then shrugged his shoulders a little, not particularly caring which the other chose. As long as this little incident didn't happen again, Michael would be happy. It seemed as though that sentiment was shared with most of the rest of those who had gathered, including Roxie.

As Alexandre turned and wandered off from behind the crowd, the dealer just shook his head, tone harshening a bit, "I agree with Rosemary and Roxie. Get some damn help, cause if any of my pups end up subjected to this shit because of you, I can assure you there's gonna be hell to pay." Michael then just shook his head, shooting a brief glance at his sister before he turned to walk away. He had no interest in helping Cory bury the body, considering the other had caused this whole mess all on his own. It only seemed proper that he clean it up all on his own, too.

( out! )

— Reggan