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Sariel was just ecstatic when Michael said he could bring Maxwell with the two of them. His face lit up and he tilted his head to look at him for a moment before Michael grabbed him. “Do you hear that?” He giggled to the brown beast. Obviously he was lying about the whole talking thing, he was having a conversation with it even if he said he wasn’t. Michael’s gentle hands guided Maxwell out of Sariel’s grasp and really didn’t know what to do with it. Sariel laughed a bit but after Michael hit his face with it’s scroll, it was a different story. He began to feel concern more than than light hearted, but Michael seemed to manage. Honestly, Sariel felt like he should have been carrying all the things, or at least most of them, but Michael only asked for help with the sheets. Sariel had carried Maxwell around so much he could have done it with ease, but Michael was already all arranged and he would feel bad asking him to put it back down after all the work he’d put into getting slightly comfortable.
Despite the whole cello situation, Sariel gladly grabbed the sheets and the cello’s bow near the wall and followed Michael out of the room. Compliments seemed to be flying out of his mouth and that caused Sariel to blush bashfully. Pale palms lifted and nervously pushed his hair behind his ears saying thank you to Michael and then listened to him ask if Sariel had owned any animals. He made that same cringe-y face he’d made earlier when thinking about his attempted ride on the deer. “Uh, well. I tried to take in a rabbit once but I accidently broke it’s leg. I-I got it fixed of course, but I never really trusted myself again. You think you’re destructive but you’re not even half as worse as I’ve been!” Sariel laughed a bit but then faded back into that same cringe. There were some times he was definitely more ashamed of than others and his bad handling of animals was one of those times. He really did enjoy them though.
The walk back was mostly peaceful until the two arrived back home. Michael had brought to notice that the sheets had gone missing. It was such a strange thing to be missing, who would take them? Was someone trying to mess with them? Regardless of what had happened, it was strange and made Sariel’s hair stand on it’s ends. He took a step back, trying to avoid the odd circumstances and move inside the house, feeling it would be something his father would do. Instead of his father, he found someone that irked him even more. Raphael was here and he found himself turning back to Michael to see him.
And whatever the Hell he was wearing. A large stain was seen covering a side and Sariel’s eyes widened. That man-wench was wearing their sheets! Why was he even here, just out of boredom? Couldn’t he go fool around with someone again? Sariel sighed a bit, but Michael seemed amused. He put a bit of a smile on himself, feeling a bit bad for thinking so harshly. Even though he was a harlot, he had healed the two earlier. Sariel didn’t have any right to be so blunt especially if Michael was seemingly happy.
Raphael was waving his practically bare chest everywhere and Sariel turned his gaze away in distaste. He had no interest in anyone trying to flash themselves unless it was Michael, and even that thought was ridiculous. Michael would never do such a thing. He stepped closer to Sariel and almost shoved it in his face, pushing his large chest together as if he was trying to mock that of a woman’s. Sariel’s lip formed into a snarl without the noise accompanying it, “I’m not interested in the chest of a woman, so I’m not the best one to ask.” Sariel turned his eyes to Raphael for a moment, catching his facial expression change and the sheet began to slip off. Sariel’s eyes began to follow it as it fell, only to quickly realize what it would reveal. He let out a quiet shriek and covered his eyes with the sheet he held. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Raphael began to speak up and Michael didn’t ask him if he had any respect or anything, so Sariel lowered the sheet. It seemed as if his prayers were answered, though he wasn’t praying, but Raphael had some pants on.
The two bantered on for a moment and Sariel just sat and listened, keeping a kind of smile, kind of not smile on his face. Raphael stole Maxwell out of Michael’s hands and he could feel a drop of sweat fall down from his forehead onto his cheek. Mocking Michael seemed to be a popular thing among everyone here and he wasn’t sure why, but Sariel didn’t fight it as one of his precious items was in Raphael’s grasp. “U-Um! Yes, t-that’s mine!” Sariel nervously replied, a hand stretched out as if he was asking for peace and the other grasping firmly at the sheets in hand. Michael grabbed it back with a bit of force and Sariel loosened up a bit, taking a deep breath. He was sure it was in good hands before, but he knew it was in better hands when with Michael. Then Raphael whined, like usual. Sariel didn’t roll his eyes though and just figured he’d let Michael deal with him. Anything he had to say would just egg Raphael on to want to start something with him.
And then he whined more when Michael was obviously trying to kick him out, even though they were out. However, what he said next was so explicit it made Sariel want to go in and then in and in and in and so deep in that he could never come out even if he wanted to. He meant he wanted to have sex? Sariel’s eyes widened and the his cheeks almost exploded immediately with smoke coming off them they were so hot. He'd never heard the word out loud and really didn't try to think of it either. That wasn’t what Michael meant, right?
Well, if he wanted to....
No! That was wrong, Raphael was just being a p***k.
Or was he…
Sariel swallowed hard with his shoulders risen and his eyes basically popping out of his head. It was a few seconds before he came back to consciousness and realized Raphael had been sprinting out of there. Did he know he created a weird, tense atmosphere or was he being genuinely curious? Regardless, it wasn’t his business to go and stick his nose into this stuff. And of course now Michael was apologizing. Sariel didn’t respond for a moment, biting down on his lip for a moment after staring at Michael, probably too hard. His eyes traveled the ground as if he was looking for something but he wasn’t. Maybe he was looking for courage or maybe even better, his dignity. Instead, he found courage.
“D-Don’t apologize. I-I mean, if you want to we could…um…maybe…” Sariel caught his boney fingers caressing Michael’s arm softly, “Or, I could…-”, but he tore it away frantically. “I-I mean! Uh… Oh God… I’m sorry!” Sariel cried out as he bit his lip so hard it almost turned white with the pressure he put down on it. Sariel grabbed the cello out of Michael’s hand and tried grabbing at the blankets as well, piling them on top of a gigantic pile he tried to carry in his hands. “U-Uh, I-I’ll be inside!” Sariel muffled out with his face buried under all of the bedroom set. He wobbled over to the front door, a small hand feeling around for the handle and pushing the door opened with his leg as he turned around with the bit of everything in his hands and waved to Michael, or at least what he thought was Michael. He couldn’t see and it really looked like a big pile of junk waved at Michael, but it was incredibly easy to hide his embarrassment that way.
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❁ Who am I with ❁:Michael & Raphael - Michael
❁ Where am I ❁:The debris of "home" - Home
❁ You make me feel ❁: Nervous
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❁ OOC ❁: I hATE YET LOVE RAPHAEL like he is such a silly little idiot tbh he and i would be besties irl i feel
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❁ Who am I with ❁:Michael & Raphael - Michael
❁ Where am I ❁:The debris of "home" - Home
❁ You make me feel ❁: Nervous
❁ Mood Maker ❁:
❁ OOC ❁: I hATE YET LOVE RAPHAEL like he is such a silly little idiot tbh he and i would be besties irl i feel
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“Theleme"