still getting it.
mikhail never needed to check his bank account.
entitlement, privilege -- whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t middle-class, which he would very much like to avoid being ever. with the current family business, however, he doubted that it would ever happen. and if he amassed enough good karma, and gave back enough to the less fortunate, it certainly would never happen. he didn’t want to ask anything of anyone -- rather, he’d rather be the one giving.
and what he gave to mia, for now, was two fingers to her sides, meaning to jolt her, to capture her attention as he sat beside her for breakfast. “hey-o,” he greeted, earphones tucked on the curve of his sweater, already wide awake, all things considered. it was a friday, after all. there was the weekend to look forward to. “how are you on this fine morning, mia?”
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