[ Mike's not an idiot. he knows what she's aiming for, what she's trying to get at - just because his body's dead, doesn't mean his mind is. and it's not as though Gen's the only one who'd ever used their looks to their advantage. it's just been considerably longer since Mike has (and that was a habit he quickly fell out of once the whole "you look so much like your father!" thing started gaining traction.)
he makes a mental note to take apart Helpy later. those candy wrappers certainly aren't Mike's. little shit. ]
I have plenty of imagination. [ bitter? incredibly. this isn't fair. ]
And I have no use of your "services." [ he nods towards the office door, scowling, arms crossed. there isn't much bite to his words, though. true, he's still taken aback by the whole ... this. it's left him a fair bit unsettled and awkward. the only thing he really knows how to do in this situation is to be an ass about it. ] Get the fuck out of my office.
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he makes a mental note to take apart Helpy later. those candy wrappers certainly aren't Mike's. little shit. ]
I have plenty of imagination. [ bitter? incredibly. this isn't fair. ]
And I have no use of your "services." [ he nods towards the office door, scowling, arms crossed. there isn't much bite to his words, though. true, he's still taken aback by the whole ... this. it's left him a fair bit unsettled and awkward. the only thing he really knows how to do in this situation is to be an ass about it. ] Get the fuck out of my office.