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[scribedhorror]

mike laughs and bumps bill's shoulder before pulling him into a tight squeezing hug. "i don't know what i'd do without you, bill! any of the losers." @mikehanlcn

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[scribedhorror]

@mikehanlcn​ || mike laughs and bumps bill's shoulder before pulling him into a tight squeezing hug. "i don't know what i'd do without you, bill! any of the losers."

The auburn-haired boy couldn’t stop his own grin, returning the embrace with a tight hug of his own. It was pretty impossible not to smile when Mike did. Something about it was just so contagious. He didn’t really feel the need to question it so much, choosing to take the light that seemed to emanate from the other boy. 

Bill was far too prone to darkness these days.

“I d-don’t know what we’d do wiht-without you either, Mikey.”

[richi3tozier]

@mikehanlcn     /      cont.

   “         well,       mikey      boy,        next     time     start    with    that!        did     you     plan    for    all     of    them    to    be    away     to    get    me    all     to     yourself?      “       richie      teases,     giving     mike    a     nudge    right     back      before     reaching     out     to     swipe     the    coins    from     his     hands.       a      mischievous    grin      then.         “        i’ll     race     ya     there?      “

[scribedhorror]

“  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ” (@mikehanlcn)

@mikehanlcn || answered

[scribedhorror]

@mikehanlcn || meme || accepting “  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ”

A hand tore through his waves as he tried his best to gather his thoughts, although that did seem a little impossible given, well, everything. This place had always been weird --- wrong --- and this was just the latest in a long sting of terrifying and strange occurrences in their shitty little town. They were all seeing things that they shouldn’t be. Bill didn’t expect any different being at the clubhouse alone with Mike.

“We-we should probably tuh-talk about it,” the auburn-haired boy conceded. If there was one person that he could talk about this with it was Mike.

[richi3tozier]

@mikehanlcn     -       cont    from    here.

       “      gross!      i     don’t     want     your    weird     fucking    sandwiches    and     you’re    missing     my    entire    fucking    point,      genius!       i’m     not    saying    don’t    assume     they     don’t     like     what     they    already    do,      i’m     fucking    saying     that     we     shouldn’t    assume    they    wouldn’t    like    other     things!      would    you     only    want    to    eat    your    fucking    sandwiches    breakfast,    lunch,    and    dinner?     “     richie     rants,      his     head     turning     for     narrowed    eyes    to     pierce     into     mike.      “    no,     me    either.      i     don’t    know,      do     your     research    at    the    library    and    get    back     to     me.      i     need    to     feed    a    bowl     of     macaroni     to     a     panda    to     prove    you    wrong.     “

[racointeurarc]

@mikehanlcn     said:       ‘  pandas  don’t  like  macaroni .  ’

“        did     a      panda     tell     you     that,      michael?            how    do    you     know     that?        if     i     were     to     give   a     panda     a     giant    bowl     of     macaroni,     is    it    going    to     go    ape    shit     on     me?         i     don’t     think     it     would!     i     think     it     may     even     appreciate      me    for    it.     “