Promise me a place - Joining

[michael t.]

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

As per usual, the ringing of the solid swinging bell was what attracted Michael over to the railroad gate. He knew it as a sound that indicated either a visitor or a joiner, both of which he was eager to deal with. He thrived when he had something to do, and his jobs as a dealer certainly helped with that.

It wasn't long before he reached where Blackout was standing, Michael's tail twitching behind him as he came to sit nearby. He waved a paw in the other's direction, speaking casually as he greeted, "Hey there, newbie. Any chance I could get your name, and why you're here? Judging by the fact you don't smell like any of the other groups, though... I take it you're here to join?" The slightly larger feline desperately hoped that the other wouldn't take offense to the way his nose wrinkled slightly. He just couldn't help it, with the smell of rot from the head nearby making him want to recoil. Hopefully the thing would fall apart... eventually.

— Reggan