Michio Satou

they were provided with.

"That wouldn't be any fun though, would it..?" He let out a loud chuckle, leaning back on one of the uncomfortable beds —>

"A creepy one at that, you look fucking horrifying. Brush your teeth once in a while, mate."

"Nah, I didn't bring my money. Don't need it right now." He laughed, catching the wallet.

"Hey, it's empty anyway, dude." Michio shrugged, walking away from the idiot pickpocket.

Tap taps in return.

But green shells always miss..?

"Ah, I see."

"You must be some asshole then, buddy."

"I'm not crazy!" He put a hand to his heart, gasping dramatically.

"Oi, shut up." He laughed and gently pinched him.

"Finally." He sighed and walked over to him, peeking over his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, Michio posed once more for a picture.

He sighed quietly and forced himself to smile, posing for the picture.

He looked down at him, his hard look slowly breaking until he gave in. "Fiiiine!"

"That's what you said last time!" He yelled, dropping his arms and lifting his head to look at the sky.

"Ryuu—!" He groaned again, chuckling quietly as he kept his arms up, peeking at him through a gap.

Michio covered his face with his arms, groaning quietly. "Seriously? Again?"

#OpenRP Michio stumbled through the door of the house he shared with Y/N, quite obviously drunk. Groaning, he dragged himself to the couch.