“nobody inparticular, but y’know how these assholes can be thinking they’re above you because they know where you come from.”
ian had said as he released a tired sigh, honestly expecting it at this point as he was soo used to it.
“ who’s buggin’ you at work? ”
mickey undoubtedly perked up at that, azure optics finally flicking up to find ian’s own verdant gaze.
“ if they’re bein’ assholes just knock their fuckin’ teeth out — i’d be more than happy to do it or whatever. ”
oh mickey, you're so fine
you’re so fine, you blow my mind
hey mickey, hey mickey.
oh mickey, you're so fine
you’re so fine, you blow my mind
hey mickey, hey mickey.
inside the bag was a michael myers outfit with a mask, the redhead tilting his head and watching closely at mickey to see if he could get a reaction.
“see? not all bad now is it?”
“meh you know how it goes, same old. just same old shitheads buggin’ me at work or my siblings tryna annoy t’fuck outta me.”
same old life as a gallagher really, but he’s glad he’s got mickey through it all.
mickey snorted at that, giving an exaggerated eye roll for good measure.
“ ‘bout you, red? anythin’ exciting happenin’ w’you? ”
obviously avoiding contact as much as possible — averting his gaze down towards the ground upon speaking.
“you really turning down a party with free booze just because you’re too pussy dress up ?”
he had teased mickey, looking through his own bag before pulling his costume out.
“you even see what it is i got you ?”
ian couldn’t help the small chuckle as he heard mickey’s response, honestly having not expected anything else to come out of his mouth.
“guess you’re right ─ which is good. glad it wasn’t worse.”
sniffing quietly, mickey hesitantly scratched at the tip of his nose with his thumbnail — giving a nonchalant shrug afterwards.
“ i don’t fuckin’ know. fine i guess? todays like any other day , ain’t it? ”