Michal let out a loud snort. What was happening, why was Seth in his house? He couldn't imagine what would be so important--- as practically anything else that had ever happened in the past couple of months hadn't been deemed worthy enough of Saint Seth's presence, so what was it? Michal let out a brazen noise and waved promptly at the empty air in front of him.
It literally didn't matter, because he really couldn't care.
Securely holding on to that thought, Michal turned his on slumped form to slide down the railings with support. Crunched together on the ground in a way that certainly couldn't be comfortable, Michal let out the loudest sigh.
Why wasn't he sleeping right now? He could really go for a nice sleep right now. Liddie had kept him up most nights now with her insistence on refusing to come home at normal hours with a normal curfew like a normal twenty-eight year old, so--- Michal's eyes shot open. Had his sister come home last night? He quickly searched his short-term memory, and immediately remembered that he could not remember.
"Lid!" Michal began to squawk as he fumbled with his feet. "LID! LID! LID!" He had to know, had to check her room, had to make sure she wasn't sleeping in the rotten den of Charlie Sp---
He howled, stars filling his eyes as a blunt ache began pounding from the back of his head. What had he just hit? The floor? Michal blinked slowly, honestly unable to recognize Seth's standing form before him.
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