Promise me a place - Joining

[michael t.]

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

This guy was certainly a bundle of laughs, wasn't he? Michael couldn't help the way his expression faltered at the other's monotone voice, and he couldn't blame Vayne for the way she pressed up against his leg. Still, he tried not to judge too harshly, clearing his throat before he spoke up, "Nice to meet you, Blackout. My name's Michael Townley-Phillips. I'm a dealer around here, so if you've got any questions, feel free to ask..." Something told him that Blackout didn't, though. Didn't exactly seem the type to be too curious about anything.

When the other mentioned the head, Michael's gaze briefly flicked over to it, a grimace coming to his face. Before he could speak, though, Vayne cut in. The bobcat found himself shaking his head back and forth, muttering to her, "Nah... I think he means Roxie's little gate adornment." He then turned his attention back to Blackout, explaining, "That head... while it certainly ain't pretty, it's also the head of one of our group's worst enemies. Even if it's 'illogical,' you've got a snowball's chance in hell of getting our captain to take it down." He was fairly sure Rox would never take it down, and instead would just allow the thing to fall apart. That is, if she hadn't already tried some preservation methods on it.

— Reggan