02-29-2020, 03:35 PM
It was honestly a relief, being able to focus on the troubles and loves of another, rather than on his own lonely existence. Truly, the only person that Michael had ever considered important to him was Trevor. After all, he'd been born to a mother that hardly cared about his very existence, and a father who was a drunk who hated him, so why would they be important to him? Really, the only way that they held any importance in his life was how they had shaped him, into the greedy half hearted monster most saw before them. Listening to Caustic talk about Octavio... it actually felt nice, not being the most unhealthy one in the room. Stretching his dark paws out in front of him, the feline hesitated for a moment before he spoke, a dry chuckle leaving him – made even drier by the alcohol that had ripped up his throat, "An addict... well, that certainly sounds familiar, but not really in the same way as I'm used to. Danger and adrenaline came naturally to the life I lived with T... he preferred indulgin' in different addictions... you know where this Octavio guy is now? Or did his whole 'moth to a flame' thing end like... well, a moth to the flame?" From how Caustic was speaking about him, Octavio honestly could've been dead or alive, and Michael wouldn't have had even a chance to be able to tell.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]