! candy / man !

“ would it    kill    you to have a little more fuckin’  faith? ”

michael’s always been the type to completely disregard his safety,  as long as the task at hand seemed thrilling,  or if the reward was worth it.  in his eyes,  he’s worth as much as the people around him think he’s worth. 

despite his apparent lack of self-preservation,  michael had survived.  perhaps it was an innate skill? or,  more believably,  perhaps michael    didn’t    want to die like he always said he did? maybe,  just maybe,  michael had aspirations,  milestones he wanted to achieve. maybe he really did have a reason to live,  to be    more    than he was.  these thoughts cause his next words to be softer,  more heartfelt.

   it was a rare occurrence to be recognized. it wasn’t impossible.    there is only herself to blame. delilah should’ve been more careful.    dying her hair & moving half - way around the country wasn’t enough.    there’s no defending herself. but she doesn’t have to, not when a    voice comes to her aid. almost nervously, her eyes move from the    guy who has cornered her, to the other. why was he sticking up for    her ? his face is vaugley recognizable, but she doubts she’s met him    prior. doesn’t matter, since she’s confident enough to move past the    assailant ( who is clearly only more enraged  ) & behind the other guy,    a reflex she didn’t know her cowardice gave her.

michael’s been in fights  before,  of course he has.  he wouldn’t have gotten this far in life without a couple    incidents    .  these days,  however,  all it really took was a flash of his face,  or his jacket,  or occasionally the sound of his voice,  and people went    running    in the opposite direction.  he’s not    terrifying    like ryan,  sure.  he’ll admit to that. in fact,  he’s almost    proud    of it. 

nah, michael’s not terrifying. he    much    prefers being intimidating. likes when people think they can fight harder, bark louder, lie faster than him. see, michael liked    taunting    people. he finds his fun in pushing people to their    breaking    point. which is why he acts the way he does in situations like this.

“  what,  too scared of a fair fight?  you gonna’ kick my ass or are you just gonna’ glare at me like a punk    bitch    ? ”

he turns his head slightly,  as if attempting to glance back to the woman now behind him.  what’d she done to end up in this mess, anyway?  she didn’t seem like someone who sought this sort of trouble out.  regardless,  she’d ended up in the shit like everyone else in this city. he wasn’t sure if she could see his face,  but figured he ought to flash her a smile just in case.

   ❝ being loud & angry doesn’t constitute for a basis of logic. ❞    steven, of course, is condescending & dismissive, a different    type of asshole - ness. thus, all other types are just incorrect. 

“ whoa,  what the    fuck    is happening here? ”

michael hadn’t exactly expected to be a    hero    today.  well — yeah,  he had,  but not like this.  he was thinking more about the looks on his co-workers faces when he showed up with some    tasty-ass    breakfast tacos.  however,  turns out they were never gonna’ get to eat the    delicious    tacos,  because michael ended up having to sort a situation.

“  fuck you,  you can’t tell me what to do,  bitch.  ”

despite his words,  michaels hands remain by his side.  he’s a     dick    ,  but he’s not an    absolute    piece of shit! he glances around,  taking in everything around them.  museums were weird.  not that michael didn’t appreciate art,  definitely not,  michael respected artists! he just didn’t understand the    people    who    went    to museums. it was either a bunch of    old    shit,  or some weird ass looking structures with paragraphs about the    meaning    behind the piece of shit. 

“ i won’t. yelling doesn’t    fucking    work with you anyway,  so what’s the point? ”

he was tired of it.  he didn’t    like    arguing with his boi.  in fact,  he    hates    it.  they rarely argue for real,  usually their arguments end with one of them tackling the other,  or joining up to make fun of someone else. 

but this?  gavin had gone too far and neither of them were backing down.  to be fair,  it’s not like michael usually backs down.  he folds his arms,  hands clenching his biceps.

“ first of all,  i’ll do whatever i want, fuck you. ” it doesn’t seem serious,  considering the grin threatening to adorn his face.