Post by Michael Miller on Nov 18, 2016 17:45:07 GMT
Michael was in trouble again. Because he ran his mouth. Again. It was not his fault if some guys took questions over their sexuality as questions over their virility. Michael probably shouldn’t have touched him too, especially in front of his friends. He was the one who called him a fag. Michael started by correcting him, saying the proper term was fop and then worked on describing a fop, comparing his style to that of the other guy. But it definitely was the suggestion that must be making gay jokes to hide the truth about himself that did it. Now, Michael had been certain he lost him. The mall was crowded enough to achieve that. And he was hoping losing sight of him would make the guy realise how useless it was to go after a little fag - or fop. For once, he even thanked his short stature. But he caught sight of the guy’s horrible sense of style. Luckily, he had yet seen him even if he appeared to still be on the lookout. Still, Michael didn't want to keep running, soopted for plan B.
He looked around for the proper cover. “Hi there,” he said, flashing his most angelic smile to the man. Okay, so this bear was the opposite of who he’d hand out with normally, that should do the trick. Plus he was taller (not hard) and bigger (also not hard) than he was, so Michael slipped in next to him in such a way the man would hide him. “Could I bother you a second and have you look this way and tell me if a guy with a hideous orange shirt and mopey black hair is coming this way?” he said, pointing behind the guy. And while he’d do that, Michael would make sure to stay there, partially covered by the guy. He was fairly confident that, even if he were to look in this direction, he wouldn’t pay attention to the bulky man and so glance past him along the way. “I know it sounds suspicious, but I swear I did nothing,” he assured him. Perhaps looking at him would give more weight to this statement, but Michael had already lost interest in staring at him.
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