LIFE'S A BEACH! ⇹ joiner

[michael t.]

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

Honestly, it would've been difficult for Michael not to notice, even briefly, that the other was acting odd. Or at least, holding something back from both himself and Keona. After all, the thief considered himself to be a master of hiding his problems away, and he could see all the telltale signs. The shifting eyes, the quick movements... still, he wouldn't press the matter too much. After all, even under the best of circumstances, the dealer was anything but a trained therapist. That wasn't even mentioning that nowadays was hardly anything close to the best of circumstances for him. So, instead of asking any unneeded questions, Michael just allowed Snarky to hide his tattered flag. Besides, it didn't seem to be long before the hybrid's shoulders sunk, the male evidently having difficulty keeping the facade up for very long.

At Snarky's question, the bobcat was quick to open his muzzle, a small smile on his face as he began to introduce himself. However, he evidently wasn't fast enough, considering Keona slipped his name and rank in without a care in the world. He temporarily sat still for a moment, caught off guard, before he spoke once again, "Well... Keona threw me off my rhythm a bit, but... yeah, like she said, my name is Michael. Michael Townley-Phillips..." He trailed off momentarily, his mismatched gaze darkening as he spoke his hyphenated last name. The Phillips felt sour on his tongue, and he was quick to continue on, "...A-And I'm a dealer. Bit of an important rank, but you can learn more about that all later. For now... I'll just go get her brother, alright? You don't seem like you can get very far..." The male was then quick to turn and head off in the direction of the temple, figuring Keona could handle things until he returned with Roan. Hopefully things wouldn't be too uncomfortable, considering Snarky's obviously sorry state.

— Reggan