Of course it's the valley kid I pick up. [ micky mutters to himself before snapping his head back to talk to steve. ] But hey, at least you can lift shit.

[ :D don't feel bad, buddy. it's not your fault you're oblivious. honestly, he's not even buttmad, just stuffing hands in his pockets and letting out a sigh as he strolls along down the street towards the gas station.

mickey's face is still littered with cuts and bruises from having thrown down with his dad in the bar just a handful of hours again, and mickey seems to remember that right in this moment, a fingertip gingerly pressing at a bruise on his jaw while he chats. ]

Alright, so what do you do in the off time, between shitstorms? Just, what, live your fuckin' life like the world's not completely ass backwards?