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@mikcrcss-blog
° sms to ⌜ camellia ⌟
Cam: do not squish the cat!
Cam: that is so much money on a tiny little animal.
Cam: speaking of tiny things... are you ever planning on letting me spend the night again? it was fun the first time
Mike: you'll probably need to take it to a vet for a checkup and vaccinations too? you wouldn't want him having worms
Mike: ha ha.
Mike: well, i'm free this weekend. no kids, no work, no nothing. tell me when you want me to pick you up 😉
imessage ✉ with uncle mike
hailee: i wouldn't dream of it.
hailee: NEPHEW? I'M YOUR NIECE..... lol did you mix me up with brother dear?
hailee: and nope, i haven't. i'm on my way home from work :D
mike: sorry, was typing in a hurry
mike: i'm in the middle of a client meeting, shouldn't be texting in the first place.
mike: i'll transfer you some money for pizza, sounds good?
kaleb !
‘‘ yeah, i just– clocked out. i’m getting a beer before i go, s– what ?? you want to drive me home ?? okay..’‘
“ yeah— i mean, if you don’t have anywhere else to be. “
imessage ✉ with uncle mike
hailee: ha ha, well, you're definitely not old. mike feels so.... formal lol
hailee: i'm just going to stay with a friend of mine. it's no big deal, i promise :D
mike: fine.
mike: alright, don't forget to text me once in a while so i know you're still alive.
mike: have you had dinner yet, nephew hailee? i probably won't be home until about 8.
imessage ✉ with uncle mike
hailee: uncle mike, i probably won't be home this weekend.
hailee: i just thought you should know :)
mike: just call me mike, please. adding uncle to it makes me feel old.
mike: will you tell me where you're going, or is that it?
allyssandrah !
“that’s the only thing i could call it,” she said. “september sixth. and she just turned six. i wish she was still five. i wish she was still a baby. i miss the baby cuddles and the fat thighs and the bonding and watching her try to walk but only getting five steps before just giving up. those were the days.”
“ time goes by way too fast these days, better enjoy her now while you still can. blink and you’ve got an angsty rebel teenager who hangs up on you and slams her bedroom door and loiters outside 7-eleven. “
@opheliamorrison
mike half-jogs the short distance from his office to their go-to lunch place, his navy blue blazer slung over his arm and white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he spots her sitting on the outside patio, apologies falling off his lips as he takes a seat at the table. “ the god damn meeting ran over. did you order already? “
allyssandrah !
“i can’t imagine how painful it is. i don’t want to,” she shook her head. “nothing. i just haven’t gotten around to it yet. i wanna wait until teagan goes back to school, anyways. i want as much time with her as i can get. soon as she’s back in school i can work on it and not worry about not spending time with her.”
“ must be devastating. “ he mumbles, taking another sip of his coffee. “ when does she go back? she's— what, five now? “
allyssandrah !
“she’s not blaming me, she just thought i did cremation. i worked on her daughter earlier this year for an open casket and she liked the way it turned out. she’s a sweet lady. just going through a rough time, she just wanted someone she was familiar with to work on her husband. unless she decides to have him embalmed, i can’t do anything except help out with directing,” she said, sliding her phone into her pocket. “i just feel bad that i can’t help with what she wanted me to. i really need to get my license, i’d be able to help out a lot more.”
“ oh— wow. imagine the extent of pain and suffering of having to bury your own child... so what’s stopping you from getting your license? “
° sms to ⌜ camellia ⌟
Cam: its so little
Cam: i have to pick stuff up for it then. have you ever owned a cat?
Cam: what do they even need??? it's like taking care of a small child, i have no clue what i'm doing
Mike: i'd probably accidentally step on it
Mike: nope, but my grandparents used to own one
Mike: litter box, cat litter, toys, a bed, cat food and food bowls?
taylor !
“i think you’ll change your mind after awhile… jake’s great to have around. exhausting… but great. i probably should’ve taken more time off, but i have two huge cases in the works right now and it’s just… not a good time. which sounds horrible… but…” taylor just shrugged, “i love my job.” he rolled his eyes, “it just scares me.”
" listen, you'll be fine. take some more time off, bring your work home so you don't have to go into the office. and you've got ben helping you with everything too, right? “
sandy !
“i apologize for the frustration ma'am, but i’m not licensed for cremation, just preserving…” sandy said into her phone. “yeah… we have an amazing staff at the crematorium. if there’s anything else we can help you out with, just call the main office… mhm. have a nice day,” she said before hanging up and sighing, running her hand through her hair. “i hate my jooob…” she groaned. “no i don’t. i love my job. i hate disappointing people,” she said, resting her chin in her hand. “yanno what i mean?”
“ she couldn't look up the correct phone number with a simple google search and that's suddenly your fault? come on. ” he leans back into the park bench they've stationed themselves on and sips his morning cup of americano, labeled with a scribbled mike. “ it’s her problem. don’t make it yours. “
kaleb !
‘‘– fuck off, mike. i don’t need shit from you. the only thing i need is ta’ get away from here.’’
“ hey, hey— alright look, i’m sorry, okay? i mean it this time. you finish your shift yet? let me drive you home. “
kaleb !
@mikcrcss
‘‘– why are you still talking ?? ‘‘
“ oh— i’m sorry, did i come at a bad time? y’know, if you need something shoved up your ass to dislodge the giant stick that's stuck up there, i’ll gladly offer you my time and assistance. “
taylor !
“really? c’mon, mike… kids are great. besides, you’re already looking after your niece and nephew. you really don’t want a son or daughter of your own?” taylor took a drink from his beer, shaking his head, “i think jake’s too young for that right now… he’s only two months old.”
“ babies are cute and i like to hold ‘em occasionally, but never would i ever have one right now. dirty diapers and throw up is just not for me. but hey, props to people who can do it, right? " he leans an elbow on the counter and flags down the bartender, ordering two cocktails off the chalkboard menu that hangs above the bar. “ a two month old won't even know or care who's looking after it. just find someone who has baby experience. “
° sms to ⌜ camellia ⌟
Cam: ikr
Cam: its one of the strays that hangs out around my work
Cam: im thinking of bringing it home but i don't know how my roomies would feel
Mike: bring it home
Mike: they're not gonna say no unless they're complete sociopaths
⌜ mike ross — a general moodboard ⌟
❛ i’m stubborn; i know what i want. i’ll dedicate all my efforts to achieving it. ❜