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Michael gave a sputtery breath, hands fidgety as he walked along. “So I’ve been doing some thinking. I mean, we’ve done some seriously..We’ve had sex, y’know? I just…We hang out, we flirt, we kiss. But I don’t even know if we’re dating! I like to think we are, I mean it would suck if you were just using me, but…” He stopped, reaching down to grab the others wrist and make them face him. “Are we together?”
Oh, no. This talk. This weird, nerve-wracking talk, the one you were hoping not to have, because you don’t know what’s supposed to be going on, either. Whoops. You give Michael a small smile, slipping your wrist out of his hand to take it with gentle fingers. “I figured you’d be the one to tell me, dude- but. I’m not using you, since that’s the most important bit there. I don’t… I don’t do that, okay? I like you.”
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“Ah, got it.” Michael nodded finally, dropping his arms to his side before putting them in his pockets. “Though the first round is always exciting.”
You snort and shake your head at him. “Nah, nah. Not always. Not like with the Sexbang.”
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“…..Like two rounds in a row?” Michael asked, a bit wary. “Kinda ‘let me work it up and we’ll go again’?”
“Yeah, brah. Plus makin’ the first round a whole lot fuckin’ more exciting, babe.” You grin, running a hand through your hair.
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rence between sex and sex bang? You make more noise or something?“ Michael tilted his head, amusement settling on his face.
"See, sex, there’s no…” You gesture around a little, before snapping your fingers. “There’s no sequel. No encore. The sex bang, y'know, it’s a grand fucking 10 course meal of shween.”
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“So you sex?” Michael raised an eyebrow, holding back a smirk and a laugh.
You grin widely, cocking your hips. “Oh, yeah, brah. I sex bang." You fucking asshole.
"Oh, it's you."
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8. My muse is ignoring yours and has been for a good week, finally, my muse decides to pick up the phone and deal with the situation.
Ring ring, ring ring, ring - “Alright, talk. You have five minutes to apologize.” Michael hissed into his cell. He was pissed at Danny, had been for a week after the other had ruined his car. He was mad as shit, but the constant calling was getting annoying, so Michael had picked up.
“I am so fucking sorry, dude, and I got the money pulled together for the repairs, okay? I didn’t mean to fuck it up, just- I’m sorry.”
Instant, babbling apology, as soon as he picks up the phone, and you mumble quietly a couple more times. “I’m really fuckin’ sorry, Michael.”