#wimpyprogrammer

[recklessmongrel]

"Does this answer your question?" He snickers.

[recklessmongrel]

wimpyprogrammer ha d to doodle the m askids

[recklessmongrel]

null

wimpyprogrammer ☆[INCOMING CALL: MICHAEL W. CHILTON]☆ -Blip!- The tiny box headed icon popped up in the blond's face rather suddenly. "Hey Chuck. If any of those grey faces come around talking about me to you, don't believe a damn thing they say, alright?"

[recklessmongrel]

... -silently slips into Mutt- -not so silently starts Mutt up- -Very not so silently leaves the garage (and Chuck) behind-

[recklessmongrel]

.

[recklessmongrel]

A little TLC (Tender loving Chuck)| wimpyprogrammer

wimpyprogrammer

Okay.

So MAYBE he should’ve listened to his friends when they said.

“MIKE YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN!”

But, to be honest, he thought they were joking, or at least over reacting...

Thanks to Mike’s hardheadedness he had nearly burned down the kitchen and given himself food poisoning....

Still face down under his covers in nothing but his boxers, Mike brought up a screen, calling Chuck. As much as Mike hated to admit it, he couldn’t meet up with his team today. He had tried to get out of bed but at most he only made it to the bathroom to throw up...

Hopefully nothing too bad happens...

“Ugh..Uh..H---Hey Chuckles...?” came the brunette’s weak,muffled voice. “I uh...C-Can’t meet up with you guys today...Tell Jules to take over today.Er, something came up...” 

Yep, something did come up..literally...