[ Michael reaches out for the beer, though his fingers draw back like they've been shocked when Tate doesn't just pass it over to him. He sees Constance in Tate, for a moment. She would correct his behaviour the same way - letting him dangle with his hand out when he didn't say his pleases or thank yous. He swallows and nods, too shy to actually vocalize his yes, and he snatches the bottle, taking a sip.
Still tastes disgusting. He draws his knees up, looking down at the coffee table. ]
Good weird or bad weird? I think it's kind of cool. Scary, but... cool.
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Still tastes disgusting. He draws his knees up, looking down at the coffee table. ]
Good weird or bad weird? I think it's kind of cool. Scary, but... cool.