"NO!" There's a big, big armchair between Frank and Mikey, and Mikey is totally going to use it to keep Frank and his vile cleaning wiles away from him, thank you very much. "The water is like, wet! And the bathroom is muggy and smells weird, all girly and stuff!"
Frank just waves the phone, and Mikey follows the movement of his hand, pupils dilated. His fingers itch with the urge of taking it back, and he has to bite his lip. He feints, trying to force Frank into the corner, but Frank is evil, and doesn't fall for it.
"Oh, I think your phone just beeped, dude! I wonder who sent you a message," he smirks. Mikey whimpers.
That's why he doesn't notice the large figure behind the door, clad head to toe in a fisherman raincoat. A rather violent shade of yellow raincoat, that Mikey would have totally noticed if he wasn't under extreme psychological duress at that moment. He was apart from his phone, okay? It was like, like being apart from your daemon! Or from your light-saber! He's useless without his phone.
"I've got him!" The figure says, and Mikey relaxes, because that's Ray voice, thank God, for a moment he thought he was going to be hooked a la "I know what you did last summer", and everybody knows the blonde chick died first.
"Perfect,"Frank says, and he signals the bathroom with his head. He even rubs his hands, like a tiny evil overlord. He's going to rule the world for sure, Mikey thinks while Ray carries him inside. And his first order is going to be mandatory daily showers, and the compulsory use of deodorant at all times. It's going to be a very, very aseptic and cold world. And it's going to smell like flowers.
He shudders. And then he has to shriek, because Gerard just finished his shower, and he's all pink and wet in the middle of the bathroom, smiling while he plays with Frank's gun in front of the mirror. The pink of his skin clashes horribly with the red of his hair.
When Frank shows him the sponge, Mikey whimpers again.
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"NO!" There's a big, big armchair between Frank and Mikey, and Mikey is totally going to use it to keep Frank and his vile cleaning wiles away from him, thank you very much. "The water is like, wet! And the bathroom is muggy and smells weird, all girly and stuff!"
Frank just waves the phone, and Mikey follows the movement of his hand, pupils dilated. His fingers itch with the urge of taking it back, and he has to bite his lip. He feints, trying to force Frank into the corner, but Frank is evil, and doesn't fall for it.
"Oh, I think your phone just beeped, dude! I wonder who sent you a message," he smirks. Mikey whimpers.
That's why he doesn't notice the large figure behind the door, clad head to toe in a fisherman raincoat. A rather violent shade of yellow raincoat, that Mikey would have totally noticed if he wasn't under extreme psychological duress at that moment. He was apart from his phone, okay? It was like, like being apart from your daemon! Or from your light-saber! He's useless without his phone.
"I've got him!" The figure says, and Mikey relaxes, because that's Ray voice, thank God, for a moment he thought he was going to be hooked a la "I know what you did last summer", and everybody knows the blonde chick died first.
"Perfect,"Frank says, and he signals the bathroom with his head. He even rubs his hands, like a tiny evil overlord. He's going to rule the world for sure, Mikey thinks while Ray carries him inside. And his first order is going to be mandatory daily showers, and the compulsory use of deodorant at all times. It's going to be a very, very aseptic and cold world. And it's going to smell like flowers.
He shudders. And then he has to shriek, because Gerard just finished his shower, and he's all pink and wet in the middle of the bathroom, smiling while he plays with Frank's gun in front of the mirror. The pink of his skin clashes horribly with the red of his hair.
When Frank shows him the sponge, Mikey whimpers again.