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When someone is...

Sad

Face/Body:

Avoidant/reduced eye contact

Drooping eyelids

Downcast eyes

Frowning

Raised inner ends of eyebrows

Dropped or furrowed eyebrows

Quivering lip/biting lip

Wrinkled nose

Voice:

Soft pitch

Low lone

Pauses/hesitant speech

Quiet/breathy

Slow speech

Voice cracks/breaking voice

Gestures/Posture:

Slouching/lowered head

Rigid/tense posture

Half formed/slow movement

Fidgeting or clasped hands

Sniffing or heavy swallows

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ Michael Jackson is exceptionally clingy. You had spent most days over at his house, sleepovers, dinners, movie nights. It was becoming as natural as breathing to you.

But of course, something kept itching away at your mind. Maybe Michael didn’t know how to push you away, maybe he was too kind. He probably needed a break from you.

So instead of arriving at his house like usual, you stayed at your apartment. Usually around this time Michael would arrive home from his studio sessions.

You were sitting in your own bed, flipping through a magazine when a sharp, shrill ring came through the telephone beside you.

Your heart leapt at the sound, you picked up at the third ring. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Michael instantly asked, wasting no time.

“I’m in bed. At my apartment.”

“Why are you over there?” Michael sighed, you could imagine him frowning on the other side.

“Because I live here?”

“Did I do something?” Michael asked, you couldn’t help but notice how his tone was a mixture of restlessness and frustration.

“What! No! No. Of course you didn’t, Michael. I just… I just thought you might need space-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Michael cut you off. “I don’t need space. I miss you. I want you here with me, baby.”

your heart sped up at his words, twisting the cord around your finger trying to distract yourself. “I’ll have Bill pick you up okay? see you soon.”

“…okay.” The line went dead. And you realise how far from the truth your thoughts had been.

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sevika, picking you up over her shoulder as she walks towards your bedroom: bad.

you:

"Sir doesn't have rabies." Neil sounded almost offended on his cat's behalf. "She just has trust issues, she's a stray. She does that to everyone."

"Not everyone", Kevin said sourly, looking over at where Sir had stopped hissing at him and was instead trying to drape herself over Andrew's shoulders in a poor imitation of an extremely furry scarf, purring all the while. Neil looked over, his face softening as he smiled slightly.

"Yeah King does that too", Neil said. "For some reason every stray we take in loves Andrew."

Aaron snorted and gave Neil a pointed look.