Michael Afton

Oh. Alright, that works. Again, have fun.

Business? Do you need business cards? Wait, shit. I don't wanna learn Japanese.

Have fun. Freddy'll miss you.

{ Distant "hor". }

Pssh. Alright. Yeah.

{ Doing the same thing. Closeted gays. }

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My baaad.

I think I would.

... I don't know, maybe we can do it more.

It was more of a "I'm imm" no yeah ok I get what you mean

Zombie.

I wish I could die already man.

{ Michael stares at the picture for awhile, lingering on it with an unreadable expression. }

...

{ Michael's hand runs through Kel's hair on instinct... }

{ Michael kisses back, shortly. }

C'monnn. I'm gonna miss the movie.

Phrasing.

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This works.

{ Michael's hands move to Kel's waist on reflex. }

And that's ok. It's good to have, in a place like this. It's just...

A lot, for some people. You're good with kids, from what I've seen. I never really assign you to deal with them ...

I guess not ...

. . .

Won't say no to that.

Honestly thought you'd be the one on top of me.

Alright, alright.

{ Michael sighs. }

Yeahhh. Mask is staying on... ////

Nah. Wanna watch this.

Hiii ...

{ Sleepy Michael. }

I never lost them. That's the scariest part. One way or another, they persisted, and they're in this building. Because of him.

I'm never going to insult you on purpose because I can't. I caused... this. All of this. Because of a stupid mistake. I can't afford to relapse now.

...

{ Leaning his head against Kel's. }

... Every one in that picture is dead.

{ It was said so... bland. The music of the pizzeria seemed to fade. }

{ - that. He looked pretty angry. }

{ It's an older picture of a family. A stoic man, presumably the husband, in a purple vest wearing a fake smile. The wife was happier, but it felt forced. Along with 3 kids. The youngest, cheeks stained with tears, the middle child, a ginger in a pink and red dress, and... Michael. Younger, at - }