// if anyone wrote with op or knows of him pls see if you can get in contact with him or someone who knows him. he went by inferno on rptwt, and one of his accounts included @SON0FTHESUNS
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michael isn’t much of a talker—not in public. therefore, he’s the perfect candidate for a listener. doe’s lucky he likes them.
he stares down at his fries, idly dipping one in a small cup of ketchup. his greasy burger goes half +
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@FRITZSMlTH ;
“i still can't believe i gotta work on christmas.”
dolores huffs, mid bite of their burger. the low chit chat & hum of music ran through the building as others nommed on french fried & sipped their sodas. the side of their head rested upon +
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+ eaten for now, coke half empty.
“ people who hate themselves, ” mike replies with a shrug, shoving two fries in his mouth &͟. shrugging. “ what better way to spend the holiday than getting absolutely sloshed? ”
he’s no stranger +
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+ him over. features still hidden, he darts past others &͟. seats himself beside her, catching a brief glimpse of the mistletoe crudely taped to the window.
“ hi, ” he says, not facing her. “ been a minute, hasn’t it? ”
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like fate, they meet again. michael keeps his bandaged hands in his pockets, avoiding other passengers, head hung under his hood. were he still breathing, his breath would catch in his throat at the sight of the girl ushering +
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@FRITZSMlTH;
of course, these two would end up upon the same train once again. usually, ez has mishka to rely on her pick her up from here & there— but tonight was one of eli 'n hers... stupid biker meetings. she tries not to think upon it, tries not +
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hey, listen to me. we're gonna patch you up, okay? you'll be good as new. i'm gonna take care of you. i've got you. that's my job, right? watch out for my pain—in—the—ass little brother?