M I D A S
In the back of his mind, Midas knew that he wasn't really supposed to be anywhere near the tavern. His dad didn't like him being near any alcohol and so many potentially drunk adults, and his pops just didn't like the place in general – too many sad drunks, not enough fun ones. However, the pup had pretty much always been a fairly rambunctious kid, and the tavern represented undiscovered opportunities. So, the moment that his dad was busy with dealer work and his pops was busy with... whatever Trevor did, Midas had snuck out the front door of their hut, carefully closing the door behind him. The journey to the tavern itself was blessedly uneventful, mainly since most of The Typhoon either didn't know the coyote pup at all, or already knew he was a troublesome beast. Most of them just didn't want to deal with him, something that he appreciated – it made antics all the more convenient.
When he did finally arrive at the tavern, the young canine was surprised to see that another kid was already there. Not only that, but the other kid had a knife. How fucking sweet was that? Unbeknownst to Midas himself – since he never really paid attention to how many kids aunt Roxie had these days – this was his newest cousin, Pyrrhic. If he had known, he probably would've been pretty stoked, since it seemed he had a relative that was actually interested in his sorta fun. As it was, however, he just saw the feline as someone he could have fun with, especially since the adults seemed to be playing into it. With his tail wagging from side to side behind him, Midas then barked enthusiastically, "Oi, Edward Knifepaw! I've committed a ton'a bad deeds! Why don't y'try 'n' get me, eh? I bet I could knock ya out, ten seconds flat!" He'd never been in a real fight before, but he still thought he could win. After all, he was a coyote and Pyrrhic was just some kinda cat – that had to be an advantage, right?
When he did finally arrive at the tavern, the young canine was surprised to see that another kid was already there. Not only that, but the other kid had a knife. How fucking sweet was that? Unbeknownst to Midas himself – since he never really paid attention to how many kids aunt Roxie had these days – this was his newest cousin, Pyrrhic. If he had known, he probably would've been pretty stoked, since it seemed he had a relative that was actually interested in his sorta fun. As it was, however, he just saw the feline as someone he could have fun with, especially since the adults seemed to be playing into it. With his tail wagging from side to side behind him, Midas then barked enthusiastically, "Oi, Edward Knifepaw! I've committed a ton'a bad deeds! Why don't y'try 'n' get me, eh? I bet I could knock ya out, ten seconds flat!" He'd never been in a real fight before, but he still thought he could win. After all, he was a coyote and Pyrrhic was just some kinda cat – that had to be an advantage, right?
— Reggan