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My Shot (Hamilton)

“You keep out of trouble, and you double your choices. You've got to be carefully taught: If you talk, you're gonna get shot!” Mike says from his place on the stairs. Kids these days were too reckless, and Ash would get herself in trouble one of these days because of it.

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“Oh, so you’re Eddie.” Mike says, looking the sheep up and down. He wasn’t expecting much from Buster’s ‘best friend’, but he wasn’t exactly impressed. “So, what do ya’ want?” 

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@majorpiggypower

“For the last time, Porky. I’m not doin’ your stupid warm up exercise.”

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@pigdreamer continued from X

What was she like? Oh Mike could write a thousand poems on Nancy’s beauty alone.

“She’s absolutely amazing.” Mike expressed dreamily. “She’s like summer’s day, when she’s sings it’s like church bells are ringing.” Mike wasn’t one to share his feeling often, but when he praised Nancy, oh boy did he praise her. “And she’s one hell of a poker player.” he says with a slight chuckle.  “She deserves the world.”

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@quillsong continued from X

Shorty. The nickname makes him give a genuine, but small, chuckle. The two had always made nicknames for each other, and he had to admit, he kind of missed them. 

“Well, I finally paid off that damn bank.” Mike says with an annoyed wave of his hand. “And those bears, but they got a bit off me to take with ‘em.” he then gestures to a small tear in his ear, it’s minor, but it once hurt like hell. 

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@primasouris

“P-pardon me Miss Eva.” Mike tapped on the door to her office, slowly opening it and peeking his head inside. “But I do believe my coat sleeve has a tear in it.” 

Again. 

“Would you mind repairing it for me?”

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@theatricalaspiration

It was bound to happen one of these days. He knew he couldn’t hide forever, but by god he tried. It was ironic really, he had been heading back from getting a beautiful piece of jewelry for his girl. He could’ve sworn he was being followed, and so he was. They were clever, oh boy were they clever, catching him in spot no one would notice and dragging him away. 

Three times he had gotten away from them, and it looked like his luck had run out. It was all a big blur, but Mike knew that wanted to hurt him before finishing him off. And hurt him they did. He was stripped of the gift he had bought and tossed around like a rag doll. Claws dug into his fur and his precious new purple suit he really loved that thing. But Mike was a surviver dammit, and he was getting through his. He played limp as the bear picked him up and gave him a good shaking, and as the bear opened his jaws, Mike kicked him in the nose, a trick that thankfully still worked. He was dropped, and Mike ran like hell. 

He couldn’t go to the apartment, he could risk them hurting her. He couldn’t think of anywhere else to run. Unless. Oh boy, Moon better still live there. Mustering up what strength he had, Mike snaked around buildings, trying to shake the bears off him, and thankfully, he did. He reached the theater and ran in the ally next to it, quickly slipping under the stage door. 

He was safe. Thank god he was safe. It was only then he realized what freaking agonizing pain he was in. He picked himself up from where he was leaning and made it to the stairs that lead to the offices. 

“Moon!” he called up, god it hurt to talk, let alone yell. “Moon, are you there? It’s, it’s Mike.” he slumped against the first step, taking in big gulps of air. Please be home.