YEAH I'M WATCHING THE STARS ☆ baby rats

[michael t.]

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

Honestly, Michael hadn't thought too much about the whole recent incident with Harland. He had felt a bit bad after what had happened, thinking he had somehow upset the other with his flirtatious comment, but that had also mainly faded from his mind. He hadn't wanted to dwell on it for too long, since he knew that he would only end up making himself upset. Besides, he was fairly sure the other hadn't run off because the dealer was just so undesirable to him. If he had... well, that would certainly put Michael's mood down in the fucking dumps. That didn't seem to be the case, though, considering what Harland had to say to him. Michael's head snapped up when Harland came up to him, blinking in surprise before he said with a soft chuckle, "It's really alright, Harland... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, if I did. Was just having a bit of fun with you." He gave the other another small smile, crooked and amused as it sat on his muzzle.

For once, though, the bobcat found himself as the one who was caught off guard. He found that his face warmed slightly as Harland leaned in, the burning beneath his thick fur only becoming worse as he heard the other's compliment. He stammered for a couple of seconds, trying to get his bearings once again, before he found himself muttering, "Ah... th-thank you, Har. I'm pretty glad to hear that you think so." It had been quite a while since Michael had properly flirted with someone, so he couldn't help feeling fairly flustered. Not to the degree that Harland had been before, but certainly close. When the other asked to see the babies, the thief laughed and nodded, the grin on his face broad as he carefully peeled back the twine keeping the box together. Inside, the mischief of rats was shifting around, the various individual rats occasionally squirming and letting out soft squeaks. Their fur had just begun to grow in, the whole lot of them in various shades of colors, including grey, black, brown, and many others.

As Vayne approached, the burning in Michael's face subsided, figuring he'd tone down his flirting with Harland a bit now that a child was present. He nodded in her direction, pushing the small box forward as she spoke, "Of course you can, Vayne. I trust you to take care of one well... just need to pick one. They're all pretty eager." He gestured towards the box, watching as a couple of the young rats scrambled forward. They put their small "hands" on the edge of the box, sniffing all around as they tried to figure out who had approached. One of the smaller ones, a black and grey rat, squeaked straight at Vayne, their dark black eyes glimmering.

— Reggan