"You gotta tell Briggs that," Mike murmured, bringing his body away from the other just enough so he had room to rub at his eyes and yawn rather loudly. He even left his belt on, if undone, not realizing at all how he'd actually just knock himself out.
"Shit," And suddenly he sits up, or at least, half-attempts to. He doesn't get very far, mostly because of Billy, and thumps back down with a thunk that sounds oddly hollow for someone build like him.
"I actually have stuff I need to do, too." More like 'wanted to be there in case people fucked up,' but that was fairly obvious knowing Mike's personality. He doesn't hover per se, he...
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Date: 2015-07-22 10:56 am (UTC)"Shit," And suddenly he sits up, or at least, half-attempts to. He doesn't get very far, mostly because of Billy, and thumps back down with a thunk that sounds oddly hollow for someone build like him.
"I actually have stuff I need to do, too." More like 'wanted to be there in case people fucked up,' but that was fairly obvious knowing Mike's personality. He doesn't hover per se, he...
No, no he hovers. He definitely hovers.