@ask-tos-townies
It had become a part of Michelangelo’s daily routine; wake up, brush teeth, brush hair, don clothes, grab his bag, head out to Sorin’s home. He’s sure that the Lookout had seen him by now, walking to and from his new Godfather’s (and old crush’s) home, but if the Lookout dared ask, at least he could state that Sorin hadn’t been feeling all too well since his breakup and he was making sure that he was okay.
It was the truth, after all, Mikey had made it a part of his daily life at this point and even as he heads outside and walks down the street, counting the door numbers until he gets to Sorin’s, he’s still mentally checking himself for any signs in the other’s behaviour.
Who knows, maybe Sorin would have second thoughts one day and go back to being a Spy-- he still had habitual tells which gave that away, and the way that Sorin’s eyes would quiver during conversations, how he wrote, his old coat that blended in with nighttime. Mikey has to stop a giggle from surfacing and pats his long-time crush back down as he knocks twice and steps inside.
“Sooooriiiinnn? I hope I’m not too early!” He had set off and in his excitement he hadn’t even checked the time.
