11-17-2020, 12:01 AM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Truth be told, it was easy for Michael to tell that Tybalt had been lying about his tears. That was mainly because the thief was pretty damn good at lying himself, and he had often used those skills to avoid having to talk about his feelings. However, it was because of this former experience that the bobcat didn't press the issue, knowing that it was unlikely to get them anywhere. If Tybalt truly wanted to talk to someone, it wasn't as if the feline couldn't seek them out. Hell, if he ended up joining, there were three healers alone that were eager to provide therapy – although, he hadn't seen the third one in quite a while. Shrugging that off for now, the dealer nodded along with Keona's words, adding on his own addition, "What she said. We're a bunch of rogues and pirates, all gathered together because we're fond of each other, supposedly." A bit of a crooked grin came to his face at that, making it clear that he was just joking around. He wanted to lighten the mood, considering Tybalt's current state.
When the somali cat spoke of joining, Michael was similarly caught off guard, having expected the guy to just go trudging off alone. Ty seemed like he was the self pitying type, and it wouldn't have surprised the fugitive if the other had decided to go and wallow, rather than making himself a home. Despite this, the dealer's surprise was pleasant, and the grin that had been on his face returned. He let out a short chuckle before he said, shaking his head, "We've got plenty of room on the crew, don't you worry. Although it'd be nice if you could share your name with us before you fully joined, since we wouldn't just be throwing things at you to get your attention. I'll go first though – I'm Michael Townley-Phillips. I'm a dealer here in The Typhoon." He doubted that Tybalt would know what the position meant, considering he had only just joined. However, it was pretty easy to put together from context clues that it was a high position, so he had never worried when introducing himself with it.
When the somali cat spoke of joining, Michael was similarly caught off guard, having expected the guy to just go trudging off alone. Ty seemed like he was the self pitying type, and it wouldn't have surprised the fugitive if the other had decided to go and wallow, rather than making himself a home. Despite this, the dealer's surprise was pleasant, and the grin that had been on his face returned. He let out a short chuckle before he said, shaking his head, "We've got plenty of room on the crew, don't you worry. Although it'd be nice if you could share your name with us before you fully joined, since we wouldn't just be throwing things at you to get your attention. I'll go first though – I'm Michael Townley-Phillips. I'm a dealer here in The Typhoon." He doubted that Tybalt would know what the position meant, considering he had only just joined. However, it was pretty easy to put together from context clues that it was a high position, so he had never worried when introducing himself with it.
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— Reggan