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“ what if we just, like ... skipped town ?? like a shitty teen movie, we just got in the car a fuckin’ drove until we ran outta gas. ” it’s fantasy, && he knows it, but god does he wish they really could. “ eh, whatever ... i’m just rambling. weed does that to you, ya know ?? ” // @actstogether
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CONNOR && ANNIE — since i met you, i’m livin’ ultralife
@actstogether
@actstogether asked: "what if we set your backyard on fire?" she is not as thrilled about the prospect as michael is // prompts from the hunger games: catching fire
"I THOUGHT you'd never ask." Despite the reply's obvious sarcasm, it gets a smile out of him— a real one, one that confirms the conversation is towing the line between a joke and buying supplies at the nearest gas station. At least, it is for Michael. He clearly doesn't pick up on the fact that Annie is not as on board as the question would imply.
"Not like it would effect anybody else, there's fuckin' nothing around here... 'cept trees, I guess. Let's just make sure it spreads to the house instead while we're at it." Michael sighs, flopping to the ground next to her and fishing through his pocket. His fingers brush cold metal and he pulls out a small, zippo lighter, flicking it open and lighting it on and off. Arson threats aside, it isn't anything more than a restless fidget.
"I'm guessing you don't wanna end up in the news as my accomplice, though. Might be a career setback."
biting peter
"IF YOU'RE TRYING to turn me into a superpowered theater kid, I think you've gotta be radioactive to get the job done— and who knows if that'll even effect me again when I already set off geiger counters." Says the guy doing flips in his free time. Not theatrical at all.
@actstogether asked: "what was that?" annie's question is met with a blank stare, and her mildly amused grin turns absolutely evil. "every time he walks in you do like a little..." she wiggles her shoulders and pulls at the collar of her sweater. it's an honest observation, just dramatized like 1000%. "---like a weird little bird." // unprompted bullying (i prompted it)
THERE'S AN IMMEDIATE DOUBT that she would believe him anyway, but Michael swears he didn't realize what he was doing. The denial of his own feelings has phased out— Michael isn't stupid enough to think there's even the smallest room for pretending anymore. He's too aware now. Yet... he didn't put much thought into his subconscious actions here aside from the way he seems to short-circuit around Fitz sometimes. And any rare thoughts he did give it... boiled down to an urge to act just a little bit annoying on purpose.
No, god forbid he flirts normally, he has to adjust himself and tug on the fabric of his shirt: something that could pass for an anxious tick ( which it also sort of is ) if not for the fact that he always ends up with one less fastened button and a bit more visible neck when Fitz is around. In Annie's exact words, like a weird little bird.
His brows furrow to complete a new expression somewhere between irate and mortified, leaning towards the latter if the flush that burns up his ( exposed! ) neck and face is anything to judge by. "No, what are you— whatever THAT was, it's not what I did," Michael argues, as if Annie's exaggeration of it will save him from the realization that it kind of is what he did. "What, I can't adjust my clothes, now? Good to know you don't believe in— uh... looking... putting your... best self forward? Yeah, that." Pointed cough. "That's what I'm doing."
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@actstogether asked: "Are guys so simple that you just have to put on a pirate skeezer dress, and suddenly, they want to talk to you?" lmao- // lisa frankenstein starters
"USUALLY, YEAH. At least, most guys here are." Michael shrugs, stood in the same corner he has been for about fifteen minutes now and nursing a red solo cup filled with an atrocious mix of different liquors. He caught her out of the corner of his eye talking to someone a few moments ago ( Annie's the only person he really knows here, though it's not like everyone doesn't know who he is, for regular small-town reasons and... others alike ), half-making sure she didn't need an escape and half-drinking enough to forget how much it feels like he sticks out. "Scale of one to ten, how much of an asshole was he? Or you could rank all 'em when we leave."
“ i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks. ” hi eishi
With arm pressed against the doorway and body blocking Annie from just marching in, Eishi fixed her with a tired yet somewhat amused stare. Not exactly the house call they'd been expecting but if they couldn't be flexible, they wouldn't be in their own apartment away from the confines of Hope's Peak. Sure, they had a dorm, but you'd rarely find them in it. Must've been a hell of a date if she went to their place first.
"Mm.." They cleared their throat, seemingly contemplating the pros and cons of letting her into their humble abode.... that, or they just liked to make people wait. An easy grin settled upon their face before they backed up to let her pass. "Do you like wine?"
you.
you have grabbed his attention. his gaze his locked. he is going to ask you to infodump about your quirk or HE'LL do it FOR you in about ten seconds—
