Maybe he's already called me. Never said he hasn't.
[ Michael shrugs with one shoulder, grabbing a new handful of rocks and pelting them at the swing. The first shatters, breaking in half and spinning into two different directions, and Michael beams at Tate like he just did something cool. Like he wants to be praised.
He keeps throwing rocks, and it's only when Tate seems like he's about to leave that he stops - or at least pauses - to pat the side of his bag with one hand. ]
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[ Michael shrugs with one shoulder, grabbing a new handful of rocks and pelting them at the swing. The first shatters, breaking in half and spinning into two different directions, and Michael beams at Tate like he just did something cool. Like he wants to be praised.
He keeps throwing rocks, and it's only when Tate seems like he's about to leave that he stops - or at least pauses - to pat the side of his bag with one hand. ]
You want a tip for coming all this way?
[ Drugs, he means. ]