It's no nice to meet you.

Davey rolled his eyes again, meeting his eyes for a moment before stealing a kiss and getting up. “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute, McQuistan.” He grabbed a shirt from the floor and hung it back up before repeating the process. He could use a few more flannels. This was just a giant mess. God, where was his soccer uniform again? 

“.. you’re still an emo fucker.” Davey pointed out before moving to lay almost on top of Micah. “I could always steal one of your bigger MCR sweaters. That’d be interesting, and also you’re 100% putting this all back before we go anywhere. I just cleaned my room the other day.”

           ❛ It would be interesting to watch you not being able to MOVE your arms. DUMBASS.❜  Micah snorted once again - An arm being thrown AROUND Davey as they laid. Ha. He THOUGHT.

“I was literally just wearing that shirt yesterday under my soccer uniform.” He sighed, rolling his eyes and moving to lay down on his bed. Most of his shirts were either plain and just a singular colour or some odd band t-shirt from the 80′s. Some had even been his dads before he stole it. “Considering you look like you’re straight out of an MCR concert, I don’t know why you’re trying to tell me I need to refresh my closest. Besides, when have I ever gotten a shirt in trade for the sacrifice of mine, hmm?” 

          ❛ At least I have a CONSISTENT fashion and spend TIME to look like SOMETHING when I’m going outside.❜  Micah responded, at this point GIVING UP on throwing Davey’s entire closet out onto the floor - Instead walking up to the bed - THROWING himself down on it to lay on his back. Ah, FASHION could be so very tiring. --- Though, at Davey’s comment about RECEIVING a piece of clothing for all the stolen shirts, Micah turned his head to him with a SNORT.

Watching his boyfriend dig through his closet calling everything trash. Wow, yeah, to be expected. He really shouldn’t be as offended as he is, but it’s still kind of annoying. “I go for comfort, babe. It’s the reason why you stole my old Beastie Boys shirt, remember?”

          ❛ Well COMFORT and TASTE exists at the same time, too. But FOR REAL, what are you going to do with THIS.❜  He asked - Taking out another shirt and turning while holding it in front of his OWN chest, glancing down at himself. Now hold on. Another moment of SILENCE and FREEZING from Micah before he pulled the shirt over his head.

           ❛ That shirt --- Or THIS one, for that matter, is --- TOO WORN to be worn by you at this point.❜  Nice excuse.

         ❛ LOOK, buddy, NO OFFENSE, more like a---- FRIENDLY ADVICE, but those things are HORRID.❜   Micah began explaining - Raising a hand to point at the matter of QUESTION --- The other’s eyebrows that were just BUGGING Micah’s eyes so much. He couldn’t EVER go with talking to Casper without DISSING them.

      ❛ ----And THEN he goes ‘No, Micah, you can’t just eat period products’ and like --- I know that’s NASTY and everything, but HONESTLY, PJ? Do you have a BETTER idea? So FED UP with his shit. Except, I’m NOT FED.❜   Micah huffed, hands holding Parker’s hoodie on his shoulders --- Because, OBVIOUSLY, it wouldn’t have been Micah if he didn’t FORGET his sweater at home, and he wasn’t COLD.

       ❛ Garbage. Tasteless. ---- Oh my GOD, what even is this? ---- Away.❜   Micah spoke - Not even to Davey, mostly just to HIMSELF, standing in front of his closet, picking up his clothes ONE BY ONE and throwing them on the bed - Or just on the FLOOR. There was a moment of SILENCE as he took out a sweater --- INSPECTING it closely. It also landed on the floor soon enough..

                                                      ★ indie and semi-selective

                                                           ☆ micah mcquistan

                                                 ★ from the webcomic maggot boy