[Ugh, not a single scar? Of course, he'd never get so injured in a fight, but... Surely, he fell down once or twice as a little kid, right? Right? Michi thinks back to every time his scrawny twelve year old ass was knocked flat on the pavement, and he's so damn jealous. His cheeks puff indignantly as he removes his stinky foot from the table.
Invincible Mikey, indeed.]
I can handle at least that much now. [He insists, like it's totally normal to run several city blocks with a hole in your foot, and he's just behind the curve.] It's not like he broke anything.
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Invincible Mikey, indeed.]
I can handle at least that much now. [He insists, like it's totally normal to run several city blocks with a hole in your foot, and he's just behind the curve.] It's not like he broke anything.
[Y'know, like Mikey did.]