IF YOU LISTEN VERY HARD / sketching

[michael t.]

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

Valentine's Day. The occasion had been on Michael's mind quite a bit as of late, and not only because of how he intended to spend it. For the most part, he wouldn't actually have to worry about his personal experiences with Valentine's Day. While he had started to set something up for himself and his husband, Trevor had been quick to stop him as soon as he had spotted Michael plotting. The coyote had insisted in setting up everything by himself, and getting a chance to treat Michael like a prince. The whole thing seemed a bit ridiculous to the dealer, but he didn't have the heart to tell Trev no. So now, he was pretty much just stuck waiting for Valentine's to come along, just so that he could see what he would be in for. As exciting as that was, it wasn't the only reason he was waiting eagerly for the date – he was also excited because of his role as a dealer. He had already gone over a few ideas with Rox for what The Typhoon as a whole could do to celebrate, and he had to admit that he was excited to put things together. Even with how tired he knew he would be afterward.

Much like Goldie, Michael had headed to the lighthouse for Valentine's related purposes. He had wanted to grab a few books on the day and its history, to see what sort of event would be appropriate to put a fun spin on. When he got there, though, he was surprised to see that Goldie was already present, along with a large book and a piece of canvas. His mismatched blue gaze glanced over what she had already sketched out, his mouth working before his mind as he muttered, "Wow Goldie, that's pretty..." Just a moment later, the thief realized that he hadn't even said hello, his ears pinning back in embarrassment. He was quick to rectify the mistake, shaking his head at himself before he spoke once again, "Shit, sorry, uh... hey, Goldie! What're you doing out here? I mean... it's pretty obvious it's something artistic, but... the lighthouse is an interesting place to get to work." Was the lighting better in there for sketching, or something like that? Michael certainly wouldn't have known, since his artistic skills were pretty much just limited to stick figures.

— Reggan