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Mikhail smiled slightly. "It's fine. Let's see, he's cold to people he doesn't know, and over protective of the ones he does know. He's an orphan, and he's ambidextrous??" He replied, making the last part sound more like a question.
Mikhail smiled slightly. "It's fine. Let's see, he's cold to people he doesn't know, and over protective of the ones he does know. He's an orphan, and he's ambidextrous??" He replied, making the last part sound more like a question.
Adrien smiled. "Does he tell good jokes? I need a friend who can tell jokes."
Mikhail chuckled. "Not really? I'm not sure," He answered.
"kay. How long have you known him?" Adrien asked, kissing Mikhail on the cheek again. Kissing Mikhail was nice. He kind of wanted to make out with him forever and never ever stop.
"For a very long time. I think I met him when I started living on the streets, not sure," Mikhail answered. He blushing slightly and returned the kiss.
Adrien pulled away. "Streets? Are you okay, Baby?"
Mikhail glanced at him and tilted his head slightly to the right in confusion. "Yea, I'm okay. Why did you ask?"
Adrien shrugged. "Living on the street is hard, Baby. I want you to be okay. And you are. So it's fine. Tell me more about your friend. What's his favorite color?"
"Umm, Teal, black, or purple," Mikhail answered after a moment, kinda ignoring what Adrien said before the question.
Adrien nodded. "Not as good as baby blue, but I'll let it pass. What does he look like? Is he cute? Does he dye his hair? Do y'all have a secret hair dying club?"
"Only me, Max, and Kelton dye our hair," Mikhail answered. "And Leon has black hair, purple eyes, pale skin, and freckles," He replied.
Adrien nodded. "Secret three-person hair dye club. Wonderful. What are we going over?"
"It's not a club!" Mikhail said, blushing slightly. "And we're going whenever you're free," He answered.
"Sure you're not, Baby. I'm free tomorrow if that's good." Adrien wriggled around a little until he could wrap his arms around Mikhail's waist.
Mikhail blushed slightly and pecked Adrien's forehead. "Okay then, sounds good."
Adrien cheered, voice soft with tiredness. He let out a yawn and wriggled around a bit. "Mikhail, can you get off of me? I wanna get some sleep."
"Sure." Mikhail did as he was told and got off of Adrien. He smiled slightly and picked him up, heading towards his bed.
Adrien grinned. He wasn't going to lie, Mikhail being able to pick him up was pretty hot. Not that Mikhail would ever know. "Thanks."
"Anytime." Mikhail said. He gently laid Adrien down on his bed and he went over to his bed.
Adrien curled up in bed falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He woke up a few hours later, chest burning and hands shaking. He popped a couple of pills and tried to fall asleep again, only to realize that he couldn't. He groaned. Maybe he could watch a movie?
Mikhail was sleeping peacefully buried under a blanket. He had been on his phone looking around for jobs before but just ended up falling asleep.
Adrien turned on the TV, wincing when an incredibly loud show came on. He slammed the 'volume down' button, turning to see if he had woken Mikhail.
Mikhail shifted around a bit but fell right asleep again.
(Srry for the one-liner)
(It's fine.)
Adrien sighed in relief, turning back to the TV. He couldn't seem to gain interest in the show, so he walked up to Mikhail. Maybe they could cuddle. He tapped the boy on the shoulder, hoping he'd wake up.
Mikhail shifted around a bit again, apparently not wanting to wake up yet. He always hated waking up.
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