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“Ya just loooove attractin’ trouble. Don’tcha, Rabbit?”
Under better circumstances, Mickey would’ve appreciated the irony of the situation; Oswald walking uncertainly into the room and being greeted by Mickey turning his swivel chair - just like the first time they had met.
Was this even his Oswald? It was highly unlikely; if he had even an ounce of common sense, he would know better than to come back to this forsaken dump when he could’ve just stayed in the Cartoon World, living his life like he always wanted, with his stolen Heart.
Not that it mattered, though; all Oswalds were arrogant cowards, and Mickey would still get his kicks from giving him his just desserts.
“What’s with the dumb face, Ozzy? Forgot about this place already? About me?” Mickey twirled the Brush absentmindedly, yet making sure Oswald could clearly see it. His expression wasn’t exactly welcoming, yet it was oddly.....calm. “Oh wait. That’s just how ya look, isn’t it?”
