I WANT A NEW BRAIN;; open - invitation

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — It wasn't long before Michael came padding up beside Roxie, the reaver having been practically like a shadow to her since she had returned from the Pitt. Gently nudging his side affectionately against his sister's – although carefully, not wanting to irritate her bandaged up wounds – the bobcat opened his muzzle to question what had her so worked up. He paused upon spotting the letter she was holding, his blue eyes scanning over the rather short invitation that was written. His ears pinned back almost immediately, flattening harshly against his skull as he hissed, not irritated at Roxie, but more at the situation as a whole, "There's no fuckin' way we're falling for this, right? I mean, for fuck's sake, you just got kidnapped, and we got that awful body that the damn Pitt left for us. There's no way that this isn't a trap of some kind." The thief knew a hell of a lot about traps and schemes, and he wasn't about to let anyone else walk into something so obviously suspicious. Thankfully, it at least seemed as though Roxie had the common sense to be on his side, considering the irritated expression on her face. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART