[ Again, maybe it's just the coke, but Michael's heart is racing so hard he feels like it might pop, coating the insides of his ribs with warm feelings and too much viscera. Tate steps close and starts cleaning away the blood on his face and Michael's-- stunned, staring at him too closely. Tate never, ever, ever would have treated him with this much kindness at home. This much care.
He laughs, and the only reason his voice isn't quiet is because he's too amped up to manage the volume. ]
Not afraid of a little blood, are you?
[ He lingers until Tate pulls away, then takes a few steps back to get a better look at the snow. He could pick this up, make it a blizzard. Freeze Tate the way he nearly froze the others. Show him how strong he can be. He doesn't, but - he thinks about it. ]
C'mon, give me a challenge. Ask me to do something. I can probably do it.
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He laughs, and the only reason his voice isn't quiet is because he's too amped up to manage the volume. ]
Not afraid of a little blood, are you?
[ He lingers until Tate pulls away, then takes a few steps back to get a better look at the snow. He could pick this up, make it a blizzard. Freeze Tate the way he nearly froze the others. Show him how strong he can be. He doesn't, but - he thinks about it. ]
C'mon, give me a challenge. Ask me to do something. I can probably do it.