Girl who sang by day ❤ Settling in ❤ and by night she ate tear soup

[michael t.]

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

Michael's home had been The Typhoon for as long as he could reasonably remember, these days. He knew that he had been in The Pitt for a brief time, but it hadn't been long enough to truly consider the other group a home in any sort of way. Not only that, but there were many faces within The Typhoon that further made it home for the dealer, such as those of his sister and her family, as well as his best friend, Diya. His little hut on the beach had become his home within a home, and he had built it up slowly, changing it from the dilapidated little building he had initially found it as. Nowadays, it was a bustling hub of activity for his family, with both himself and Trevor watching over not only their children, but their myriad of pets, as well. He couldn't imagine moving away from his hut after so many months spent making himself comfortable, and he had to admit that it was pretty exciting, to see someone else finding their own true home to make all their own.

The thief arrived on the scene shortly after Salem, his head tilting to one side as he inspected the vines that Lucy had latched onto her home. Clearing his throat, Michael spoke with a faint smile, "Those look pretty nice, Lucy. Gotta be careful about somebody trying to climb up onto your roof, though." That was mostly meant as a joke, but he also wouldn't put it past some of the more rambunctious kids within the group, including his own son, Midas. He let out a thoughtful hum as he tried to think of what to suggest, one ear flicking as he acknowledged Salem's suggestion. A garden was obvious, but it was also so basic. Michael preferred things with a but of flair. So, he soon offered his own suggestion, "What about a bit of proper decoration? Vases, little statues, stuff like that... you could probably find something from the traveling merchants that usually come to the tavern. Or you could even head over to Tanglewood and ask them if they might have anything – they have an entire junkyard full of stuff, from what I remember." He wasn't sure there would be anything worthwhile within the messy field of trash, but it was always worth a shot.

— Reggan