[ Michael's hopeful curiosity gives way to visible disappointment, and he slumps down against the table, looking up at Tate from beneath blond hair. He wants to know as much about Tate as possible... he wants to know what he can do, who he lives with, what he tells people about home. He's happy to hear Tate talk about a next time, but he's - impatient. Annoyed, childishly. ]
Fine, be a tease. [ He brings his beer back to his lips, taking a small sip and hating the taste enough to pull another face. Fucking awful. He sets the bottle back down, eyeing Tate. He thinks he knows the answer to what he wants to ask, but... he'll ask anyway, because he doesn't know what Tate will say. ]
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[ Michael's hopeful curiosity gives way to visible disappointment, and he slumps down against the table, looking up at Tate from beneath blond hair. He wants to know as much about Tate as possible... he wants to know what he can do, who he lives with, what he tells people about home. He's happy to hear Tate talk about a next time, but he's - impatient. Annoyed, childishly. ]
Fine, be a tease. [ He brings his beer back to his lips, taking a small sip and hating the taste enough to pull another face. Fucking awful. He sets the bottle back down, eyeing Tate. He thinks he knows the answer to what he wants to ask, but... he'll ask anyway, because he doesn't know what Tate will say. ]
Are... your powers new or from home?