[center][b]Michael[/b][/center]
[@Silver Fox]

Michael supposed he might, [i]might[/i] have been okay with being picked up like a babe, if it hadn't been a freakishly tall, cat man, who smiled at him, and helped him up, before whiskering him away. The man-cat...thing actually [i]purred[/i]. And he still had his arms wrapped around Michael. As it was, Michael was reduced to spluttering, blushing, and hyperventilating. He's palms became sweaty, clamming, letting Michael know that he had grazed his palms when he had fallen, but the slight sting was a good distraction. 

Still, he was practically being embraced by a strange, stranger, and he didn't have anywhere to go. His bag had fallen in the fall, and suddenly Michael's eyes went wide, as he hurriedly shoved a hand into the pouch on his belt, letting out a relieved breath as he felt the small keys that were his spirits. He really didn't want Balthazar to yell at him. The bad tempered spirit was a handful enough, without calling Michael incompetent and a bad partner. 

And still, the cat-man who introduced himself as Prince hadn't let him go. But Michael had calmed down somewhat, reassured, as he always was, by the presence of his spirits. Although his breathing was still a little too fast, and you could probably fry an egg on his face, and his palms were still clammy and he was still being embraced.  He flickered a glance up at the strange man, and wasn't that something? Michael was use to being one of the tallest around, just slightly taller then Gabriel, ,and certainly taller then the other kids he had played with, Michael knew he still had a bit more growing to do, and would likely reach 6 foot five before he was finished growing, to have someone be taller, hugging you, was strange. 

The cat man was just that. A Cat Man. Michael found it...not so much strange now, as...kinda cute. His face reddened further at that thought, and he glanced away as quickly as he had glanced to Prince. Well, it didn't seem like Prince was going to let him go anytime soon. Might as well make the best of it. The bar seemed the safest place to look for now, and so, that was where Michael put his sights, as he said, still in that soft voice, but Michael was still proud of himself that it wasn't just a whisper. [color=00a651]"I...Y-y-yes, I w-want to j-join. Um."[/color] Was he missing something? He couldn't think. [color=00a651]"Um. M-M-Michael"[/color] He stuttered out, flickering a glanced up quickly at Prince, and then away again.