08-30-2020, 02:56 PM
When Aphra had given birth to her children, Michael had been both extremely excited, and extremely worried. He was glad to have new Typhooners, and he honestly loved having kids around, but he also knew Aphra would probably mess them up. After all, she hadn't been a good mother to the kids she had thus far, so why would she be a good mother to them? So, the fugitive had been keeping an eye on the new kits from afar, whenever he happened to spot them while walking around. For the most part they seemed untainted thus far, but he knew that wouldn't last long. Not unless the rest of The Typhoon interfered. Which was why, when the coyote took notice of Vayne sitting by the water's edge, he had decided to go over and introduce himself. Taking a few long strides over, the pregnant canine's ears flicked when he heard the child's muttering, wincing near immediately. It sounded exactly like the kind of routine Aphra would teach, and he found himself shaking his head before speaking, "Hey, kid. You're on of Aphra's little ones, right? I'm Michael, I'm a reaver around here." He then tilted his head to one side, indulging his suspicions, "...Did your mom teach you what you were muttering?" He knew that Roxie shouldn't have shot down his idea to sneak in and just snatch the kids for adoption.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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