[Michael didn't think a great deal about going out to chase the little fox away from his house. He's done it plenty of times before; he's afraid they eat lorbies, and they definitely have a tendency to carry Potrick off. Even if he's not sure he considers the little walking hotpot strictly alive, watching its little legs flail in the air as it's stolen is just kinda pathetic.
What happened after he confronted the fox is a little blurry. It...maybe jumped him? But he's not hurt, and it's gone, so who cares? Who cares about anything, really?
Michael's just sort of sitting on the ground against a tree near his home now, staring listlessly at nothing in particular. Potrick the walking hotpot is happily walking into his side.]
ii. tongues of flame (overgrowth)
[Michael wasn't around for the initial outbreak of Overgrowth. People don't talk about it much; he only hears about it through whispers and rumors when the island, and then the disease, start to return.
At first, he figures he's fine. It would've killed him a year or two ago, but these days he doesn't lie half so much. He's not even hiding from the authorities anymore! People already know about his dark past; they know what he's done and who he is. There's nothing more he's holding back, right?
For a while, this holds true. But eventually, at some point, a coughing fit does strike him, too. When it's finished, Michael stares at the large red petal in his palm.]
...well, shit.
iii. psychiatric help (5 cents)
[Despite everything, Michael doesn't feel all that bad. He doesn't have all that many secrets, after all! The one thing he hasn't told any of his new friends - well, that's not such a big deal, is it? It's just one secret. Doesn't he deserve just that much?
So forget that. It's fine. He's fine.
It's everyone else who clearly isn't fine. A lot of people have already offered themselves up for confessions, so Michael doesn't see a need to put up another network post or anything. But during some of his regular time hanging out in Denny, he does put up a quick sign:]
DEMON CONFESSIONAL
Something to get off your chest? I literally have no room to judge!
[It's true enough. He can't condemn anybody else for doing bad shit - better they confide it in him than slowly become a flower zombie.]
Michael | OTA | cw: mild body horror
[Michael didn't think a great deal about going out to chase the little fox away from his house. He's done it plenty of times before; he's afraid they eat lorbies, and they definitely have a tendency to carry Potrick off. Even if he's not sure he considers the little walking hotpot strictly alive, watching its little legs flail in the air as it's stolen is just kinda pathetic.
What happened after he confronted the fox is a little blurry. It...maybe jumped him? But he's not hurt, and it's gone, so who cares? Who cares about anything, really?
Michael's just sort of sitting on the ground against a tree near his home now, staring listlessly at nothing in particular. Potrick the walking hotpot is happily walking into his side.]
ii. tongues of flame (overgrowth)
[Michael wasn't around for the initial outbreak of Overgrowth. People don't talk about it much; he only hears about it through whispers and rumors when the island, and then the disease, start to return.
At first, he figures he's fine. It would've killed him a year or two ago, but these days he doesn't lie half so much. He's not even hiding from the authorities anymore! People already know about his dark past; they know what he's done and who he is. There's nothing more he's holding back, right?
For a while, this holds true. But eventually, at some point, a coughing fit does strike him, too. When it's finished, Michael stares at the large red petal in his palm.]
...well, shit.
iii. psychiatric help (5 cents)
[Despite everything, Michael doesn't feel all that bad. He doesn't have all that many secrets, after all! The one thing he hasn't told any of his new friends - well, that's not such a big deal, is it? It's just one secret. Doesn't he deserve just that much?
So forget that. It's fine. He's fine.
It's everyone else who clearly isn't fine. A lot of people have already offered themselves up for confessions, so Michael doesn't see a need to put up another network post or anything. But during some of his regular time hanging out in Denny, he does put up a quick sign:]
Something to get off your chest? I literally have no room to judge!
[It's true enough. He can't condemn anybody else for doing bad shit - better they confide it in him than slowly become a flower zombie.]