Michael Mell (
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castle_perrault2017-10-17 04:02 pm
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Ready Player One
[First thing Michael notices is that his ass isn't planted in the beanbag chair he fell asleep in. What is being a senior for other than late night video game benders with your best friend in the world, right? Yeah.
Man is he stiff, though. He groans and shifts around, trying to get comfortable again. It fails miserably.
A moment later he opens his eyes with a big frown and sits up.
Definitely not his bean bag. Not his room??? He didn't even drink last night what gives...]
Yo, Jeremy, this isn't funny.
[He stumbles to his feet and stretches to get life back into his limbs. He's in some like old-fashioned sitting room? In a really uncomfortable chair. There's like a fireplace and shit.]
Who's house even is this?! How did you get me here? Jeremyyyyyyy!
Man is he stiff, though. He groans and shifts around, trying to get comfortable again. It fails miserably.
A moment later he opens his eyes with a big frown and sits up.
Definitely not his bean bag. Not his room??? He didn't even drink last night what gives...]
Yo, Jeremy, this isn't funny.
[He stumbles to his feet and stretches to get life back into his limbs. He's in some like old-fashioned sitting room? In a really uncomfortable chair. There's like a fireplace and shit.]
Who's house even is this?! How did you get me here? Jeremyyyyyyy!
basically carrying micheal to where the beds are rn nbd tho
Huh, do you think it really has to read our minds for that? I was thinkin' more like...how amazon predicts what you might wanna buy from the shit you already ordered. Maybe it just senses--actually, wait, that's creepy too. I just didn't think about this hard enough. Shit.
Okay, you're right, we're trapped in a stalker castle.
thats gay
Michael fucking say something.]
Sorry to burst your bubble, homie. I just don't like anyone or anything that isn't me being able to know what I'm thinking, you know? Hard pass, man.
Soooooooo. Where're we goin?
sure is
[Or at least, he thinks it can't?]
I dunno, man.
[He hasn't stopped walking, though; and his arms are fine. Micheal may be big but he's very soft and nice to carry! Not that Jake's actually going to consider how nice until later, Mike's really giving him too much credit for not being distracted by their conversation. He's just comfortable because his mind is on which hallways are which and how to avoid having a building hear their thoughts.]
I'm so glad
I'd rather have a roof over my head, even if it means stalker castle. At least he can't talk, right? So it can't blab secrets or anything.
[Extra blankets on command sounds kind of sweet honestly.]
Maybe we can practice meditation or some shit.