12-02-2020, 12:37 AM
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MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Michael honestly felt a bit bad for Torsten as he watched his nephew come trotting up excitedly, only to end up tossing his ring and missing the pumpkins by quite a margin. While the dealer hadn't rigged the game in any way, that didn't mean that it was easy, and the boy's inexperience in throwing anything certainly didn't help. Part of the whole situation almost made the bobcat want to rig things in Torsten's favor, but he held back that urge. Roan still wouldn't be happy about that, he had to imagine. With this in mind, the thief stretched out one of his short limbs, patting Tors on the head before he muttered, "Don't worry kid, you'll get better with time. You're at a bit of a disadvantage right now, considering you're still pretty young. Your throwing muscles haven't developed as much, you know?" He hoped that would actually encourage Torsten, rather than keeping him from playing entirely. Tors had already been taught that you built muscles up through using them, right? He wasn't too young for that? God, Michael had kids, he should've probably known stuff like that.
Glancing over when two more faces approached, Michael watched as Damiana tried and similarly failed to net himself any points, although he certainly got closer than Torsten. Chuckling lightly, the dealer motioned a paw towards the pumpkins before speaking, "I guess it's a good thing I didn't decide to go with the ultra hard mode, and have pumpkins with twirling stems." He then glanced over upon hearing Roxie's warm voice directed in Torsten's direction, ears pinning back when his sister called him tiny. A soft huff of frustration left him, and he grumbled as he stretched out his short limbs, "Well see, now I just hope you miss it." Of course, this wish ended up working against him, as Roxie's shot initially missed, only to bounce and land on one of the farther back pumpkins. The dealer began to curse, shaking his head before he snickered, "Are you sure you didn't manipulate that somehow? You don't have wind elementals that I don't know about, do you Rox?" Still, he wasn't seriously displeased. It wasn't as if he was betting on this silly round of ring toss.
Glancing over when two more faces approached, Michael watched as Damiana tried and similarly failed to net himself any points, although he certainly got closer than Torsten. Chuckling lightly, the dealer motioned a paw towards the pumpkins before speaking, "I guess it's a good thing I didn't decide to go with the ultra hard mode, and have pumpkins with twirling stems." He then glanced over upon hearing Roxie's warm voice directed in Torsten's direction, ears pinning back when his sister called him tiny. A soft huff of frustration left him, and he grumbled as he stretched out his short limbs, "Well see, now I just hope you miss it." Of course, this wish ended up working against him, as Roxie's shot initially missed, only to bounce and land on one of the farther back pumpkins. The dealer began to curse, shaking his head before he snickered, "Are you sure you didn't manipulate that somehow? You don't have wind elementals that I don't know about, do you Rox?" Still, he wasn't seriously displeased. It wasn't as if he was betting on this silly round of ring toss.
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— Reggan