F2F | SHELTER | MAE & MIKEY
MIKEY: yawned, making himself a cup of coffee. He closed the Kurig, shivering and sniffling. His body killed today-- it had been a few days since his last normal high. Yesterday, he tried out something new, but it didn't go well. Mikey texted too many people, and the one thing he didn't like was when people knew too much. He sneezed, groaning. The Kurig made a noise, and Mikey walked over to get his coffee. The door opened to his apartment, and there stood Mae. He looked at his half clothed body; all he was wearing was his boxer briefs. Sighing, Mikey leaned against the wall, wincing, "What the fuck are you doing here, Mayim?"










