[ talking trash under my window ] - open; earring

[michael t.]

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

When Vayne had gone to get her own first earring, Michael had been incredibly proud of her. He was glad that his niece was firmly integrating herself into the life of a Typhooner, and growing away from the roots that had caused her so much trauma. Similarly, he felt proud of Danny. Sure, the canine wasn't family in the same way that Vayne was, but he was still a crewmate. Not only that, but he was a crewmate that had gone through a lot. While the dealer hadn't been around to see Danny's passed away mother, he had certainly heard about it. Not only through the mournful howl that had echoed through the air, but also through Roan as well. After all, the soothsayer had the responsibility of preparing and burying all bodies that needed it. His nephew had been rather brief on the details, but Michael could understand that. After all, it seemed as though Roan was trying his hardest not to imagine his own mother on the preparation table.

Either way, it was obvious that Danny had been mourning, and he had plenty of reason to. So now, to see him out and taking such a big step in his life... it was honestly pretty inspiring. It didn't exactly take long for Michael to spot Danny when he stepped out of his house that day, the canine having been sitting in the sand right nearby. It also didn't take long for the thief to spot the small golden earring, especially considering the small bit of gauze that accompanied it. He couldn't help letting out a bit of a snort as he saw that, his head shaking back and forth. His own piercings had gone off relatively without a hitch, but this certainly wasn't the first time he had met a bleeder. With a casual smile on his face as he approached, Michael waved a paw in greeting before he spoke, "Hey there, Danny. Nice new addition you've got there... the boys over there weren't too rough on you though, right?" His tone was warm and humorous, making it clear he was joking as he gestured to his own ear full of golden rings.

After a brief moment of thought, the bobcat then questioned, a hum leaving him, "Since you've got your earring now... have you given any thought to what division you'll join? After all, you'll end up with a fancy little charm for that thing before long." It might've seemed like Michael was subtly trying to push Danny towards the Blackjack Rats, but he honestly wasn't. Instead, he just wanted to see the canine continue to grow, and feel like he belonged within The Typhoon. Choosing a division – or two – was certainly a part of that.

— Reggan