[ He's a hard sell, but Michael is determined. He's got nothing left to lose. He came here to meet someone, and that's what he's going to do. ]
Oh, there's nothing generous about it. I'm just hoping you'll feel sorry for me.
[ The corner of Michael's mouth quirks. He doesn't laugh, not out loud, but there's suggestion of it in his voice.
Dancing in front of him. Dancing for him. Either way, it feels good to move. To do something, anything, to get himself out of his head and into his body. Michael's mind is the only prison he can't escape.
He turns with measured grace, looking back over his shoulder. Their eyes meet, and he doesn't look away. ]
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Oh, there's nothing generous about it. I'm just hoping you'll feel sorry for me.
[ The corner of Michael's mouth quirks. He doesn't laugh, not out loud, but there's suggestion of it in his voice.
Dancing in front of him. Dancing for him. Either way, it feels good to move. To do something, anything, to get himself out of his head and into his body. Michael's mind is the only prison he can't escape.
He turns with measured grace, looking back over his shoulder. Their eyes meet, and he doesn't look away. ]
I'm Michael, by the way.