i cant describe it, give me a pen }} disappearance

[michael t.]

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

Michael visiting the temple was not an uncommon occurrence, especially ever since Roan had gotten back from capture. He always made sure to check in with the soothsayer when he was able to, as well as check in with those who were staying there for health reasons. In the past, his main concern had been Goldie, but with Alexandre and the whole passing out incident, the thief had been checking in on him as well. Mainly for the benefit of Roxanne, since Alexandre was one of his nephews that Michael wasn't particularly close to. Of course, this didn't mean he wanted the fucking kid to get captured. The other was family, and that meant a lot to the dealer these days.

Stepping inside the temple, Michael was immediately put on edge by the scent of the mountains. The scent of the Coalition, that band of cunts. With a growl, the male moved slowly, padding through until he reached where Alexandre had once laid, cared for by Roan. With his short tail lashing behind him, the dealer then turned, snarling loudly outside of the entrance, "Guys! Fuck! Alexandre has been taken by the Coalition!" He was going to fucking kill them all. Burn those damn mountains to the ground.

— Reggan