Rook listens to the chirping of this little man, who is both adorable and obviously as sunny as his brother is beautiful. There's something unarming about Midnight, Michel. The man is definitely easy to be around. Rook finds it comfortable enough to settle onto a crouch beside him to stretch his calves for a moment.
"Seems like some assholes have set their eyes on the bar," he says carefully, trying not to assume too much or give away any secrets if there are any. "I'll try to help."
He doesn't know how much Michel is aware of how dire the situation is so he doesn't go on further about it.
"And hey, it's not an easy time to be an artist. I'll pay for the work. But maybe you'll show me around the town one of these days instead." Because he's a little worried now that he's going to put his nose somewhere that he shouldn't. And there aren't that many people in this little town, he'd rather not get his head bashed in just for a lack of knowledge.
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"Seems like some assholes have set their eyes on the bar," he says carefully, trying not to assume too much or give away any secrets if there are any. "I'll try to help."
He doesn't know how much Michel is aware of how dire the situation is so he doesn't go on further about it.
"And hey, it's not an easy time to be an artist. I'll pay for the work. But maybe you'll show me around the town one of these days instead." Because he's a little worried now that he's going to put his nose somewhere that he shouldn't. And there aren't that many people in this little town, he'd rather not get his head bashed in just for a lack of knowledge.