[Mickey tenses slightly as Cassel comes near, watching him with shadowed eyes until he settles down next to him. Then he settles down again, too, grateful for the compromise. He shifts, bringing his leg over so they're both facing the same way.]
I guess.
[He shrugs. He and Tig had both walked away at the end of it, which means that it's far from as bad as it could have been. He finishes with the wraps and tosses them carelessly aside, then flexes his fingers with a grimace. Maybe the bag hadn't been the best idea today.]
spam
I guess.
[He shrugs. He and Tig had both walked away at the end of it, which means that it's far from as bad as it could have been. He finishes with the wraps and tosses them carelessly aside, then flexes his fingers with a grimace. Maybe the bag hadn't been the best idea today.]