✮ demon man.

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fingers wrap around his glass, he brings the beverage to his lips, takes a quiet sip. big eyes are hooded lazily, a sign of exhaustion. just wanted a late - night dinner at denny’s, not to be pestered. questioned.  yeah.  he remains vague, doesn’t want to give information so easily.  ain’t it passed ya curfew ? “

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curfew? ” looks back at the man, clearly offended though it’s within reason to think michael was a CHILD - both in his behavior and in appearance. “ i aint no KID. i don’t got a curfew. “ wasn’t honestly sure how old he was, could have very well been a kid, though he didn’t want to be CALLED ONE.

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