The point is that the way I answered was rather eye opening in a way. 

*shrugs* 

There were many oddities that Michael had faced in Santa Carla. From vampires to.. well, that was the main thing really, but the small town had enough character and bizarreness to send any person with a sane mind running for the hills.

He had woken up feeling.. different. His senses were enhanced, the smells of the house making his nose itch, and there was a strange sense of saliva in the back of his throat. He tried not to think about it, going into the bathroom to get ready for the day..

".. What the hell?!-"

He looked fine, if you weren't paying attention to the big dog ears suddenly sticking out of his head. Spluttering, he brought his hands up to try and tug them out, only for them to stay stubbornly in place. Looking behind him, there was an equally real tail wagging back and forth, and he could feel his stomach dropping.

"How did this- What even-"

Paranoid. A sensation Michael hadn't felt in so long, not since he and his family left Phoenix behind, not since he ended up in Santa Carla with people that he couldn't help but feel safe around. There was supposed to be security in his new.. 'group', the feeling of running and hiding supposed to be long removed from his system.

But his mind never let him catch a break, did it? The thoughts started small, as they always did. A dread, a whisper that things weren't right, all building up to one burning statement in his mind. 'You don't matter. They will replace you, and you will die because of it.'

There really was nothing like standing out on the beach. The breeze in his hair, salt brushing against parted lips, a cool mist raising goosebumps against his skin.. Michael relished in it all, the freedom of living and breathing and simply existing in a space far away from prying eyes. His fingers fumbled with the joint in his hands, the click of the lighter the only sound in the dead of night apart from his heavy breathing. He was still getting used to it, the smoke in his lungs, the resulting high.. He figured that if he got used to it alone, he wouldn't look nearly as stupid in front of everyone else.

"C'mon, c'mon-"

At the end of the day, he was never the best with his hands. With a final click!, the lighter tumbled into the sand beneath his sneakers, almost immediately lost in the dark.

"Of course. Just my luck.."