“Is my outfit not festive enough?”
“No, it’s gotta be like mine!” Micky said. He shook his chest, a little bit like a lady shaking her breasts at a club, to make the jingle bells on his sweater ring. “It brings the holiday cheer! Yours is just bleh!” He sagged, half collapsing, like Mike’s dull clothes were killing him.
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“Eeyore’s a sad donkey,” Micky said. Then he laughed, realizing he was sort of calling Mike an ass. “Tigger’s a bouncy tiger.”
Mike raised both eyebrows at that, not sure how he felt about being called a donkey. He didn’t feel angry at all, however, instead just feeling amused. “Thanks, babe,” he answered.
Micky shot Mike a smile and a wink. He reached over and squeezed his hand.
Mike went to ask George what he could do next, George answering that he could come help with paperwork while Micky swept the floors. Mike looked to Micky, just to see if it was okay.
