there's no way anybody's ever hated you. but i appreciate the lie
[ michael slips further and further out of bed. his shoulderblades end up on the hardwood and his legs are bent at a weird angle, but again, comfort is for people who deserve it. and so is the bachelor. and so is getting high. michael doesn't deserve either of those things.
bbbbbbut it does sound like a really nice way to spend his evening. ]
can i make popcorn? can you eat popcorn?
[ like, will it get stuck in cass's teeth? can vampires process popcorn. michael stares blearily at his phone, then winces, less from the back pain and more because he fucked up his grammar and his grandmother would be upset with him for that. ]
[Bless Michael for thinking Cass is somehow this amazingly likeable guy with no character flaws or reason for being hated. I mean, it's totally false, but it's kind of adorable nevertheless.]
lol u can nd may make popcorn. and i will and may eat it i eat like any nrmal folk gotta eat
[ okay. okay? okay. michael stops texting and slides out of bed, pulling his socks a little higher up his ankles. he's sort of... he's made himself kind of intimidated by the thought of leaving his bedroom, just in case he's genuinely pissed someone off enough to cause drama, so he really doesn't want to be seen as he sneaks down to cass. ugh. uaugugh.
he tiptoes out of his room, beelines for the empty kitchen, throws on some popcorn, grabs a few desserts and drinks from the fridge. he speedruns through it as best as he can and manages to find his way to the lounge without running into anyone else, silently slipping into a spare seat beside cass after dumping everything he stole down wherever there's space for it. he's not willing to actually look cass in the eye just yet, still feelin' pretty embarrassed and also very sad, so he's happy for the distraction of the tv, if nothing else. ]
Bachelorette's better than the bachelor. Just so you know.
[Cass is just there, fully laid out across the couch, half spaced out as he stares without much focus at a channel that's just got Bachelor on all night, because why not?!
When Michael approaches he sits up just slightly, brightening up at the sight of snacks and booze, because oh boy do he gots the munchies, but also the sheer inability to want to move from his space.]
Ah! Good lad. [He's going straight for a whole fist full of popcorn and a can of beer, precariously balancing the joint between his lips as he mumbles.]
I dunno 'bout that, mate. Could try finding some episodes if y'want though. Remote's just there.
[ for all the doorslamming and musicblaring and general bad mood-ery michael has been in, he still finds himself smiling when cass calls him a good lad. it's shy and reserved but nevertheless very genuine, and some of the guilt that's been weighing on his shoulders eases a little.
he tucks his feet under himself, he idly presses buttons on the remote until he finds a decent stream of bachelorette episodes. it only has the recent season, which is garbage, but michael's intimidated by strong women and finds it funny and also pretty pathetic when dudes get all alpha and try to out-man each other, so like. a show with only one girl and a bunch of flexing, competitive dudes is way easier for him to stomach.
he turns it on and for a while he's quiet, just picking bits of popcorn apart without really eating them. he doesn't want to jump straight into worrying about his relationship with reggie, but. he's never been one for being patient. ]
What do you do when someone doesn't like you anymore?
[ just casually thrown out there while Kayleiughiugh-Rebeccccca-Lashleigh-Ashleiygh sits on screen talking about how her ideal man has to be willing to put up with her at her worst if they want to deserve her at her best. ]
[Cassidy's just fine with the silence, as engrossed in Bachelorette as he is while he alternates between popcorn shovelling, weed smoking and beer slurping. Toxic masculinity and flexing dudes really isn't his thing unless they're banging him or he's banging them, but he sort of enjoys just how dumb these dudes look because of it.
When Michael does eventually speak, it takes Cass a moment of thought, brows furrowing towards the TV screen as he tries to think of the times he'd wanted to desperately be liked and not been getting much back.]
I dunno. 'Spose it depends on how much y'want them to like yeh. Most folks aren't worth it, mate, best to just move on, but sometimes you can try. Knowin' what you did wrong is probably the first step. Admitting mistakes and all that.
[ when visited by an angel that was supposed to represent someone who would be his greatest temptation he saw a ripped naked dude telling him he'd love him, so you know, like 50% of why michael likes this is also secretly because of all the ass.
but listen that's irrelevant. ]
That's why he doesn't like me anymore. I told him I fucked up, I apologized, and he overreacted. He got all angry and called me names and made me feel bad. Even though I barely did anything wrong in the first place.
[ is it cool to steal cass's joint? michael considers it. he doesn't go for it, but he still considers it. just keeps picking apart popcorn without eating it, getting some kind of satisfaction from tearing off those little popcorn-y limbs. ]
I've done bad things. In my life. And this wasn't one of them. And he still got mad. So I don't know what to do about it. But I want him to like me really bad.
You still did the right thing there, owning up like that. Longer you leave it, worse it gets.
[Thankfully for Michael, Cass notices the attention on his joint and is quick to oblige, taking a quick final drag before leaning forward from his slouching and offering it over to the kid. Gotta share weed, it's the law.]
I got this fella, right, who kept somethin' real big from me for a whole lotta time. I didn't much appreciate it when I found out.
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but i appreciate the lie
[ michael slips further and further out of bed. his shoulderblades end up on the hardwood and his legs are bent at a weird angle, but again, comfort is for people who deserve it. and so is the bachelor. and so is getting high. michael doesn't deserve either of those things.
bbbbbbut it does sound like a really nice way to spend his evening. ]
can i make popcorn? can you eat popcorn?
[ like, will it get stuck in cass's teeth? can vampires process popcorn. michael stares blearily at his phone, then winces, less from the back pain and more because he fucked up his grammar and his grandmother would be upset with him for that. ]
may** i make popcorn, i mean
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lol u can nd may make popcorn. and i will and may eat it
i eat like any nrmal folk gotta eat
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[ okay. okay? okay. michael stops texting and slides out of bed, pulling his socks a little higher up his ankles. he's sort of... he's made himself kind of intimidated by the thought of leaving his bedroom, just in case he's genuinely pissed someone off enough to cause drama, so he really doesn't want to be seen as he sneaks down to cass. ugh. uaugugh.
he tiptoes out of his room, beelines for the empty kitchen, throws on some popcorn, grabs a few desserts and drinks from the fridge. he speedruns through it as best as he can and manages to find his way to the lounge without running into anyone else, silently slipping into a spare seat beside cass after dumping everything he stole down wherever there's space for it. he's not willing to actually look cass in the eye just yet, still feelin' pretty embarrassed and also very sad, so he's happy for the distraction of the tv, if nothing else. ]
Bachelorette's better than the bachelor. Just so you know.
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When Michael approaches he sits up just slightly, brightening up at the sight of snacks and booze, because oh boy do he gots the munchies, but also the sheer inability to want to move from his space.]
Ah! Good lad. [He's going straight for a whole fist full of popcorn and a can of beer, precariously balancing the joint between his lips as he mumbles.]
I dunno 'bout that, mate. Could try finding some episodes if y'want though. Remote's just there.
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he tucks his feet under himself, he idly presses buttons on the remote until he finds a decent stream of bachelorette episodes. it only has the recent season, which is garbage, but michael's intimidated by strong women and finds it funny and also pretty pathetic when dudes get all alpha and try to out-man each other, so like. a show with only one girl and a bunch of flexing, competitive dudes is way easier for him to stomach.
he turns it on and for a while he's quiet, just picking bits of popcorn apart without really eating them. he doesn't want to jump straight into worrying about his relationship with reggie, but. he's never been one for being patient. ]
What do you do when someone doesn't like you anymore?
[ just casually thrown out there while Kayleiughiugh-Rebeccccca-Lashleigh-Ashleiygh sits on screen talking about how her ideal man has to be willing to put up with her at her worst if they want to deserve her at her best. ]
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When Michael does eventually speak, it takes Cass a moment of thought, brows furrowing towards the TV screen as he tries to think of the times he'd wanted to desperately be liked and not been getting much back.]
I dunno. 'Spose it depends on how much y'want them to like yeh. Most folks aren't worth it, mate, best to just move on, but sometimes you can try. Knowin' what you did wrong is probably the first step. Admitting mistakes and all that.
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but listen that's irrelevant. ]
That's why he doesn't like me anymore. I told him I fucked up, I apologized, and he overreacted. He got all angry and called me names and made me feel bad. Even though I barely did anything wrong in the first place.
[ is it cool to steal cass's joint? michael considers it. he doesn't go for it, but he still considers it. just keeps picking apart popcorn without eating it, getting some kind of satisfaction from tearing off those little popcorn-y limbs. ]
I've done bad things. In my life. And this wasn't one of them. And he still got mad. So I don't know what to do about it. But I want him to like me really bad.
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[Thankfully for Michael, Cass notices the attention on his joint and is quick to oblige, taking a quick final drag before leaning forward from his slouching and offering it over to the kid. Gotta share weed, it's the law.]
I got this fella, right, who kept somethin' real big from me for a whole lotta time. I didn't much appreciate it when I found out.