@_sleeby_rat_
"I um. I'm not sure this time."
"I um. I'm not sure this time."
"Wh-what? How?! I guess we'll just have to carry you around then lil' mouse."
"W-Well um. I might be, probably am overthinking it, but I'm actually really scared right now. I've never had this much feedback before."
"I'm sure yer fine-lookin' legs will recover an' function properly an' all that." Matt grumbled and shook his head slightly as a different thought came into his head.
(i gtg soon. take over Matthias until I come back please?)
(I gtg in a bit too sorry) Michael's face went red. "F-Fine looking?"
(Oh damn Asura is gonna be jealous)
(Red and I had a conversation irl about Michael being unable to keep himself from being super gay for Matthias lol)
Lol you guys all know each other and I’m just here 😂)
(lol yeah)
(I have returned with a warning: my emotions are currently all over the place and I am very confused by my own thoughts… so like… there's a warning for anything I do that might be strange I guess??)
Glad you’re back, and very sorry about that! You don’t have to come in if you don’t feel well, don’t worry)
(Yeah like no pressure my dude. I'm sorry if I'm not helping with that so just like, tell me what I can do to make you feel better, okay?)
(it's all good. Where did we leave off?)
(Lavender is having another breakdown and Matthias accidentally called Michael's legs fine looking, thus breaking him lol)
Asura leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh and trying not to look frustrated. He brushed his hair out of his face, but it fell back and annoyed him even more.
Michael startled a little, realizing that Asura was still in the room. In response he decided to yet again try to pretend he wasn't in his room
He stretched, noticing that he was still tired. It was most likely due to the fact that he hardly had enough magic to stay alive. "Anybody want coffee?"
"U-Um. Please?" Michael muttered from beneath the mountain of blankets he had somehow managed to conjure up
He raised an eyebrow at Michael's blanket pile. "Dude, how the hell are you even alive?" he said, walking over to the coffee brewer next to Michael's desk.
"I-I don't know. I think the universe is d-doing it out of spite."
He started making the coffee, getting frustrated at the fact that his hair was falling in front of his eyes. How does one even keep their hair in place without magic?? "Is there anything I can do to help with the fuckery that is feedback?" He asked while holding his hair in place with one hand and making an attempt at coffee with the other.
"T-Trust me if I knew I would be figuring out a way to completely ignore the solution and suffer."
He sighed, completely giving up on his hair. "I'm sorry," he said. "If I didn't have that freakout, you wouldn't be going through a bunch of bullshit."
"Stop. Apologizing!" Michael said, chucking the blankets he had over his face in frustration. "There's no point in apologizing, I did what had to be done!" His eyes went wide after he realized that he had been yelling. "S-Sorry."
Asura tried to relax and conceal how tense he was at Michael's yelling. "It's fine, I guess I kind of get it," he said, turning on the coffee brewer with a shaking hand.
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