#maddenedmonarch

Michael was itching to go pummel someone but he couldn’t go off site and come back splattered in foreign blood. Burnie would throw a fit and that would tip some of the already unbalanced scales. While he loved this body, it wasn’t smart to throw all of his handiwork away just before He came back.

So the redhead bounced from person to person, trying to talk to them but everyone seemed to be too busy to pay him attention. The thought just pissed him off until he sauntered over to Ryan’s side, noting the healer was just playing a game to pass the time.

“Hey Ryan,” Michael called out, draping himself over Ryan’s shoulders. “What’re you doing?” Of course Michael knew what the golden god was up to, he wasn’t stupid.