you're gold on black tar - moving

[michael t.]

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

Michael couldn't help the faint smirk that came to his face as he noticed the look on Brandy's mug, the younger male clearly embarrassed that he had gotten caught dancing around. The bobcat wouldn't rag on him on him too much, though, considering he had done things that were just as embarrassing in the past, if not more. Such as when he took to recreating scenes from some of his favorite movies. He'd usually drag Trevor into reenacting them with him despite the coyote's protests, a grin everpresent on his muzzle as he recited lines he had memorized long ago. In spite of how much he enjoyed those silly little exchanges, he would never want anyone else to see them. It would be unbearably embarrassing, and he was fairly sure that he could understand how Brandy was feeling.

It was because of this that the dealer didn't tease, despite how much he was tempted to do so. Instead, Michael just gave a casual shrug of his shoulders before he spoke, "Paul Anka is a pretty good songwriter. Or... maybe was, I'm not sure. Don't exactly know which human musicians are still alive. But I do like a few of his songs... they are nice to hum along with." He shot Brandy a bit of a mischievous grin, his bob of a tail twitching behind him.

Looking then between both Brandy and Lucy, Michael tapped a paw casually against his muzzle before he spoke, "I suppose the junkyard isn't a bad idea, but I generally don't try to grab stuff from there. In my experience Tanglewood members can either be nice or huge bitches, no in-between. Plus the stuff in the junkyard is a lot dirtier, naturally." Nothing a good clean couldn't fix, though. However, the thief wasn't a fan of having to thoroughly wash and look over every bit of furniture he brought into his hut. He then said, glancing back towards the tavern and where the merchants usually chose to hang out, "But I don't mind trying to get you some stuff through a bit of... bargaining, so to speak. What is it that you're looking for? I mean, you need pretty much everything, but anything in particular I should try to get?" In a way, Michael did intend to actually try bartering with some of the merchants. However, if some of them decided to make their deals a bit unfair, they very well might end up without their wares next time they wake up.

— Reggan