[ Mike is pretty much wearing a look that's a cross between a dead man walking and a deer caught in headlights. He's stressed, okay? The farther he gets out, the worse this idea seems. Gavin is going to fucking figure shit out and if he's against two fucks, that's two fucks too few to get Allen killed.
Because yeah, his guy is being the shade of rat that tries to hide the name of his worst offender, but Mike figured it out. He had to, didn't he? He's spent a month planning this shit, when he wasn't in intensive therapy or thinking about why he was lonely. Now it's time to pay the piper.
He's leaning against a tree - he made sure it's big, tall and full of those damn pine needles. His outfit is casual, he barely bothered, he doesn't need to look pretty for his own damn self - especially when the intention is to immediately get down and dirty. His face is the least clean shaven it's ever been, because the same rat doesn't like the idea of cleaning it up. Kind of itches, he scrubs his hand across his face.
He's bothered with one thing. Because he decided to cut the cloth of this situation like Josh might. So he's dressed on top for a reaction. He has a certain old, worn green jacket on. From a very particular place, found on a fateful night long ago. Just ignoring how it's too damn hot for this.
Who's trying for a reaction to test the so called good Mike? This guy. ]
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Was half asleep when I first clicked the link you sent and I was like omg they're going to Hot Topic
[ Again, good evil Mike believes his counterpart will make good on the money portion of their bargain. Even the sadistic self-fucking. But the rest? He has his doubts.
So itโs not a surprise when his other self shows up, all ready to get down and pine needley. ]
Damn.
[ Eyeing bad Mikeโs unshaven face. ]
No need to get prettied up for me, yeah? I'll stick my dick in whatever.
[ He says this sarcastically, but where is the lie? ]
Take off the jacket.
[ His voice is brushed with irritation: he doesnโt know what this guy is up to, but he already doesnโt like it. ]
Not fucking you in that. Not fucking you in anything, actually. So โ take it off. Take it all off.
[ He takes off the jacket, sure. He doesn't want it getting wrecked in whatever and he made his point. He sets it so side, probably in a pile of leaves, carefully folded up.
Straightening back up again, Mike eyes his counterpart. He speaks slowly and surely. His voice drops when he's like this, dark and ragged. ]
I'm not that easy. You gotta woo me first.
[ Who around here did he get that quip from? Someone he's trying to make it interesting with. Maybe make a few -
Connections. He shakes his head and bares his teeth with a strong, prominent smirk. The mouth scar probably isn't impressive to the one who shares it, damn.
C'mon, don't just tell me, try and force it to happen. Or do you not actually know what sadistic means?
i'm the hot topic on your tongue ( but i'm lying to my therapist )
[ Mike is pretty much wearing a look that's a cross between a dead man walking and a deer caught in headlights. He's stressed, okay? The farther he gets out, the worse this idea seems. Gavin is going to fucking figure shit out and if he's against two fucks, that's two fucks too few to get Allen killed.
Because yeah, his guy is being the shade of rat that tries to hide the name of his worst offender, but Mike figured it out. He had to, didn't he? He's spent a month planning this shit, when he wasn't in intensive therapy or thinking about why he was lonely. Now it's time to pay the piper.
He's leaning against a tree - he made sure it's big, tall and full of those damn pine needles. His outfit is casual, he barely bothered, he doesn't need to look pretty for his own damn self - especially when the intention is to immediately get down and dirty. His face is the least clean shaven it's ever been, because the same rat doesn't like the idea of cleaning it up. Kind of itches, he scrubs his hand across his face.
He's bothered with one thing. Because he decided to cut the cloth of this situation like Josh might. So he's dressed on top for a reaction. He has a certain old, worn green jacket on. From a very particular place, found on a fateful night long ago. Just ignoring how it's too damn hot for this.
Who's trying for a reaction to test the so called good Mike? This guy. ]
Was half asleep when I first clicked the link you sent and I was like omg they're going to Hot Topic
[ Again, good
evilMike believes his counterpart will make good on the money portion of their bargain. Even the sadistic self-fucking. But the rest? He has his doubts.So itโs not a surprise when his other self shows up, all ready to get down and pine needley. ]
Damn.
[ Eyeing bad Mikeโs unshaven face. ]
No need to get prettied up for me, yeah? I'll stick my dick in whatever.
[ He says this sarcastically, but where is the lie? ]
Take off the jacket.
[ His voice is brushed with irritation: he doesnโt know what this guy is up to, but he already doesnโt like it. ]
Not fucking you in that. Not fucking you in anything, actually. So โ take it off. Take it all off.
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[ He takes off the jacket, sure. He doesn't want it getting wrecked in whatever and he made his point. He sets it so side, probably in a pile of leaves, carefully folded up.
Straightening back up again, Mike eyes his counterpart. He speaks slowly and surely. His voice drops when he's like this, dark and ragged. ]
I'm not that easy. You gotta woo me first.
[ Who around here did he get that quip from? Someone he's trying to make it interesting with. Maybe make a few -
Connections. He shakes his head and bares his teeth with a strong, prominent smirk. The mouth scar probably isn't impressive to the one who shares it, damn.
C'mon, don't just tell me, try and force it to happen. Or do you not actually know what sadistic means?