11-21-2020, 11:01 PM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
The echoing and loud chime of the bell was familiar to Michael at this point, the dealer barely raising his head from where he laid outside of his hut. Trevor was curled up beside him, his husband's chin resting just against the bobcat's spine. Unfortunately for the coyote, Michael knew that part of his job was to welcome in joiners, or deal with any potential visitors. It was because of this that he gently nudged Trevor's muzzle off, chuckling at the nose of protest the other weakly made. Michael spoke softly, his nub of a tail twitching as he spoke, "Sorry, Trev. I gotta go deal with that... I'll be back as soon as I can, though. Promise." He then leaned down to touch his nose to his husband's, ignoring the way that the other glared. Chuckling and shaking his head, the dealer turned and headed for the tracks, greeted by not only the scent of the joiner, but also the familiar scent of Roxanne as well. It wasn't long before he came padding up to Roxie, snorting as he heard the tail end of the quartermaster's compliment. It seemed rather awkward to him, but at least Xhocoatl seemed to appreciate it.
Looking over the half snake and half cat hybrid before him, Michael found that he wasn't too disturbed or unnerved by the existence of the other. After all, the bobcat had little issue with snakes, and it wasn't as if The Typhoon didn't already have hybrids. Letting out a thoughtful hum, the thief tilted his head to one side before speaking, "Hey there, Xho. You joining The Typhoon shouldn't be all that much of an issue. We're always looking for new crewmates." He then introduced himself, his golden jewelry faintly clinking as he shifted on the spot, "My name's Michael Townley-Phillips, but obviously you can just call me Michael. I'm a dealer 'round here, so I can help you with things... you know, I don't know why you don't get many compliments. I don't think hybrids are all that uncommon around here, and you're a pretty nice looking snake guy. I've actually got a snake form of my own, although it's not a hybrid with anything else." Truth be told, the fugitive didn't exactly use his snake form often, but that wasn't because he disliked it. He just felt more comfortable in his birth body.
Looking over the half snake and half cat hybrid before him, Michael found that he wasn't too disturbed or unnerved by the existence of the other. After all, the bobcat had little issue with snakes, and it wasn't as if The Typhoon didn't already have hybrids. Letting out a thoughtful hum, the thief tilted his head to one side before speaking, "Hey there, Xho. You joining The Typhoon shouldn't be all that much of an issue. We're always looking for new crewmates." He then introduced himself, his golden jewelry faintly clinking as he shifted on the spot, "My name's Michael Townley-Phillips, but obviously you can just call me Michael. I'm a dealer 'round here, so I can help you with things... you know, I don't know why you don't get many compliments. I don't think hybrids are all that uncommon around here, and you're a pretty nice looking snake guy. I've actually got a snake form of my own, although it's not a hybrid with anything else." Truth be told, the fugitive didn't exactly use his snake form often, but that wasn't because he disliked it. He just felt more comfortable in his birth body.
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— Reggan