Are U Skibidi Toilet Rizz Fanum Tax Hawk Tuah Rizzler???

Are u skibidi toilet rizz fanum tax hawk tuah rizzler??? 🔥🔥🔥

*michael is stunned. it takes him a minute to try to decipher what the hell was just said to him.*

"..."

"..."

"what"

how's your relationship with your little sister. Do you still try to get her to remember you? Or did you just give up?

*he messes with his hands, picking at the skin around his nails. trying to distract himself from the question at hand, maybe. he pauses to sign something.*

"i still try"

...

"she still doesn't remember"

OUGH!

✨Spoopy Sneson✨

"Did I do it...? 👀"

*michael tilts his head, observing the mask made by this small person before him. he makes an audible sound; a small huff of approval.*

"yes. good"

*he nods and pats the person's head (he does it a bit awkwardly though, only patting one time before removing his hand. more like a bop on the head than a pat, really, but he doesn't have physical contact with people much, so... it's the thought that counts, right?)*

"Ooh great paper mache mask maker, teach me your ways??"

I practically begged of him cause I REALLY wanted to make some of my own too

"..."

"paper. glue and water. put it together. paint"

A man stood there in a wax mask, his dark hair draped over it and his one good blue eye looked up at the bigger man.

A small wave came from the wax sculptor as he seemed to have wanted to make a new friend..

*michael tilts his head at the man standing before him. he stares down at his mask, his eye, observing and analyzing everything he can. this one seems different from the people he usually encounters. michael is curious.*

"..."

*he waves back, slow and a little uncertain.*