[ good choice, dustin, keep it to yourself. that one's a good guess, because he is a scary thug threatening violence, but the second one isn't so spot on. that's the problem with mickey. he's too many things at once, they tend to contradict and he doesn't really care. ]

Why the fuck not? [ answered as he looks from side to side, as if there's something obvious about this he's missing. ] Yeah, go. Run and fetch me some booze. Call it pay back for the bullets I had to waste. Ammo don't grow on trees, you know?

[ that's basically how micky went through school and adolescences and everything thereafter. intimidating people to do things for him. or let him do whatever he wanted. or scheming to get people to do things for him or give him stuff. if he doesn't have to expend time or energy to do it, he's not going to. this is what children are for. ]

Steve... Harrington... [ mickey mumbles as he types the name into the search bar on his fluid, cigarette hanging at the corner of his mouth, slurring his words just slightly. ] Sounds loaded. Figures. It's always rich yuppies who foster. You know, tax write off and all. Least it means you can make a killing pawning their shit for a while before they send you back to the system.

[ mickey comes from a home that's every kind of broken, and he didn't do much to make it better. then again, not much of his life has been his choice up until lately. oh, right, and about yoda, mickey gets back to that topic while he's digging up steve's ID and calling. ]

You're Yoda 'cause you're short and weird lookin'.