❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜
he’s been biting his tongue ever since they’d managed to meet up with the party. shock at troy bolton’s presence initially written all over his face but shoved to the side as quick as it came. no room for complaints or debate as time barrels forward, with or without them. if lucas trusted him enough to bring him along, that would have to be enough. for now. ( he’d chew lucas out for his terrible habit of spilling all their secrets to his newcomer of the week later. when their lives weren’t being actively threatened by everyone in town AND vecna ). that doesn’t mean he had to LIKE it. irritation is apparent through suspicious glances from the corner of his eye and pained looks tossed to will every time the jock opens his dumb, clueless mouth. he’s not exactly being subtle about it either, so it shouldn’t come as such a surprise when bolton finally calls him out. there’s a pause before mike draws his shoulders back and faces him head-on. “yeah, actually. yeah. i’m just wondering why you’re still here. thanks for getting lucas here in one piece or whatever but, isn’t it, like, time for you to get lost?”
