[ Michael watches the lights flicker overhead, drawn to them like a kid seeing snow fall for the very first time. This is something else about his father Michael wants to memorize - he got in trouble for wanting to be like Tate back home, but that just means any imitation he does from here on out has to be done in secret. Happy and curious, he taps his knuckles together and scoots forward until the coffee table is pressing tight into his chest. ]
Are you kidding? That was so cool.
[ It's like you're a ghost, or something. He stops himself from saying it, but he could. Michael drops his voice to a hushed whisper, like he's asking something he's not supposed to ask. ]
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Are you kidding? That was so cool.
[ It's like you're a ghost, or something. He stops himself from saying it, but he could. Michael drops his voice to a hushed whisper, like he's asking something he's not supposed to ask. ]
Can you do anything else?