( * novicxine )
ever since he's gotten his new lamborghini, michael hasn't been able to not show it off. every single time he goes out, even if it's to go to the mailbox he has to take the keys & lock the doors just so people can hear the sound of it. though today's destination was the parking lot of a walmart. “ ah, you hear that my friend ? i never thought you would be able to hear money but that — that's the dream right there. ” he chuckles softly while shaking his head as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, flicking it open & generously holding it up to the male in front of him. “ i don't ever share, consider yourself lucky. ”









