[ Michael's feeling more and more confident, willing to rib Tate back. He's not really great at telling jokes or having fun or interacting with people his own age, and Tate's... already a special kind of problem, but the coke's making him feel talkative and relaxed and easy. Still sorta wants to get hit in the face, too, but he can leave that.
He can change how he looks, but he's back to walking that fine line between wanting to scare Tate and wanting to impress him. He tilts his head, deciding. ]
Okay. [ He steps closer, a bounce in his step. ] Close your eyes. Count to three. Open them again.
no subject
[ Michael's feeling more and more confident, willing to rib Tate back. He's not really great at telling jokes or having fun or interacting with people his own age, and Tate's... already a special kind of problem, but the coke's making him feel talkative and relaxed and easy. Still sorta wants to get hit in the face, too, but he can leave that.
He can change how he looks, but he's back to walking that fine line between wanting to scare Tate and wanting to impress him. He tilts his head, deciding. ]
Okay. [ He steps closer, a bounce in his step. ] Close your eyes. Count to three. Open them again.