[ Michael's flustered enough by the offer of another beer to lose the intensity in his eyes again, leaning on being overly polite and stupidly not knowing if taking another drink that was offered to him could be considered overstepping. He takes a swig of his beer anyway, polishing it off, even though he hates the taste, and he settles the empty bottle next to Tate's, twisting the neck so their labels align. ]
But, uh - yeah. They... [ Again, he's on the precipice of saying too much, but - he really is desperate. If he knew he were the Antichrist, maybe he wouldn't be so quick to share the signs. He sits at the coffee table, tuckling his knees up beneath it, resting his forearms and elbows on the wood. ]
The... sky turns red. Crows circle above me. My house gets hot. [ A pause. ] That happens here, too. I haven't seen many crows... but it's been sweltering inside my house. Kind of worried Jack'll die. I don't think old people take to heat very well.
no subject
[ Michael's flustered enough by the offer of another beer to lose the intensity in his eyes again, leaning on being overly polite and stupidly not knowing if taking another drink that was offered to him could be considered overstepping. He takes a swig of his beer anyway, polishing it off, even though he hates the taste, and he settles the empty bottle next to Tate's, twisting the neck so their labels align. ]
But, uh - yeah. They... [ Again, he's on the precipice of saying too much, but - he really is desperate. If he knew he were the Antichrist, maybe he wouldn't be so quick to share the signs. He sits at the coffee table, tuckling his knees up beneath it, resting his forearms and elbows on the wood. ]
The... sky turns red. Crows circle above me. My house gets hot. [ A pause. ] That happens here, too. I haven't seen many crows... but it's been sweltering inside my house. Kind of worried Jack'll die. I don't think old people take to heat very well.