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Michael was sat on the wall in front of Cross' house, arms resting on his knees, as he waited for his ride to show up. He never expected this to happen, but truth be told, he was curious about this Zechs guy - especially since he happened to be Tyki's fiancé - and this looked like the best way to get information.
Heh. And yeah, he had his knives on him.
Heh. And yeah, he had his knives on him.
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Date: 2009-06-04 09:36 pm (UTC)From:Michael let his eyes drift shut. He was, by no means, letting down his guard around someone who was little more than a stranger - and an armed one at that. He was still hyper-aware of the man next to him, but it wasn't often he was in a car with someone who pushed the limits like this, and he wanted to enjoy it properly.
He smiled, wondering if Nena would be pissed that he was 'fraternizing with the enemy'. Good thing she didn't know about him and Tyki; she'd still be bitching about it.