DEAD MOM ; visitor

[michael t.]

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

Trygve. It was impossible to overstate how much Michael had missed him, even though the dealer knew Ry would probably never believe it. It was the truth, though. Ever since things had calmed down following Stryker's death, the bobcat had been wondering how Trygve was doing. Hell, he hadn't even really been sure his nephew was alive until he asked Gael about the other. It had hurt a lot, having Ry go so long without visiting... so, Michael had taken things into his own hands. Or paws, rather.

It seemed as though his request to Gael had been successful. As he approached the ringing of the bell that day, the thief found himself frozen when he noticed the scent of The Pitt on the air. It was entirely possible it could be some other Pittian, but... Michael still allowed himself to hope. He picked up the pace, practically rushing over towards the scent of the other. It wasn't long until Ry came into view, and a crooked grin came onto the dealer's muzzle. The bobcat barely waited a moment for saying hello, instead throwing his darkly colored form directly into Trygve's chest. He moved to try and wrap the other up in his arms. Although if he were successful, it would really be more like he was burying himself in Ry's chest, thanks to the size difference between the two of them.

Once he pulled back a bit, Michael immediately spoke after a disgruntled huff, "It took you long enough to get around and visit us again! Christ, I barely even knew that you were alive! Plus, you've missed so damn much..." Despite the frustration dripping off of his words, it was clear that the male was still happy to see the other. Sure enough, Michael's mismatched gaze moved back to Ry as he continued, "Still... I'm glad that you're okay. I missed you, you dumbass..." He glanced towards the bandages and various scars, smile falling momentarily as he questioned, "You haven't been causing too much trouble for that medic girl, right? You need to stop getting yourself so damn beaten up..." The thief had been so caught up by Ry finally visiting, that he had hardly noticed that the "medic girl" he had mentioned was standing right nearby.

Eventually, though, Michael did look over at Aine. He returned her shy little smile, tail flicking back and forth as he spoke up, "Ah... you're Aine, right? I remember you... Gael said something about you taking care of Ry, too." He then muttered, gaze drifting in the direction of The Pitt's territory, "You guys are doing alright over there, right? I remember hearing about some kind of storm..." The snowstorm... that had been a while ago though, right? Surely they had managed to bounce back from that, at this point. The desert was supposed to be hot, after all. The snow had to have melted.

— Reggan