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[littleorphanalien]

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[darkfamilyhistory]

"What are you doing cowboy?" Kyle asked as he raised a suspicious eyebrow, watching Michael. He couldn't help but being weary around the known criminal. Whether that's false or not. His father hadn't given him too many details after all. Seeing the bad boy scuffing about was enough to put him on guard.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael smirks as he pauses, settling his hat on his head with ease. "What do you care, Valenti?" he demands, turning just enough to show the sneer on his lips. Alex might've come a long way along when it comes to forgiveness with the doc, but Michael hasn't forgotten high school.

Someone's gotta stand up for Alex, even if he's only half sure it's for Alex and a little bit for himself. "You worried I'm gonna break the law and you'll have to call your Mommy down here to arrest me?"

[darkfamilyhistory]

Kyle clenched his jaw as he spotted the sneer. He had never been a fan of Michael. With Alex he had something in common. But then that all changed. But he had matured. Something Michael hadn't. "You have always been trouble Guerin. I'm keeping my eyes on you so mom doesn't have to. Unless you want to spend some more time in county prison," he responded sternly. "Why are you sneaking around?"

[littleorphanalien]

"I didn't think I needed a reason to walk around Roswell at night," Michael replies, arching his brow like he's willing to take on that challenge, amused at getting to poke Valenti's buttons. "What kind of trouble do you think I'm getting into?" he dares.

After all, he does get into a barfight here and there, but usually because someone's saying racist, homophobic, or asshole comments. It's only fair that he gets to fight them. "You gonna arrest me for walking?"

[darkfamilyhistory]

"You know just as well as me that I can't arrest you for nothin'," he responds and sticks his chin out. The challenge didn't pass by unnoticed. But he wasn't falling for it. Because then he would be no better than Michael. "Gotta say it ain't nothin' innocent with sneakin' around at night though. Ought to be careful," he continues.

[littleorphanalien]

Nope, he can't, and that's why Michael is smirking the way he is. As far as he's concerned, he's pretty untouchable, unless Valenti intends to doctor him to frustration, which he could very well still do.

"Yeah? And what am I keeping an eye out for? Enlighten me," he suggests, like he's daring Valenti to tell him something he might actually worry about.

Random scenario go!

[halfaleg]

Alex despised being back in this backwater town. He felt the stares on his back. People thought of him as a war hero. A local of magnitude. But in their eyes he saw pity as he hobbled down the roads. Then it was his father's presence shadowing everything. The tight-lipped military. What once were home didn't feel comfortable any longer. All he could do was fall in line, following order in retreat. But he knew he wasn't deemed good enough no matter how hard he tried. Three times. Three times putting his life and leg on the line. But would they know, they'd hate him. Like his father did. So he followed orders. Which for some reason involved stalking Michael. He was half convinced that it was just his dad's bigotry showing. Not all that much "ward of the state", "criminal", "terrorist". Still he followed, snapping pictures whenever he could. Not realizing he wasn't half as hidden as he thought.

[littleorphanalien]

It's not that Alex isn't being sneaky, but Michael's paranoid at the best of times and he's also hyper-aware of certain people in his life. It means that when he hears someone snapping pictures of him again, he comes to a stop and gestures broadly with both hands extended.

"If you wanted to get pictures with me, you know you could've just asked, right?" he calls out to the darkness, waiting expectantly for Alex to make himself known. "I could even give you some racy selfies, if you asked nicely enough."

[halfaleg]

Alex groans. He had never been good at recon. Even less now when he isn't as agile. There's no point in hiding any more so he reluctantly steps out from the bush he had been standing behind. He should have hunched. But then he probably wouldn't be able to get up again.

"I don't think my father would appreciate racy selfies," he said with an eye roll. Not that he wouldn't. But he can't say that now can he. "Oh and you must be the most boring target I have tailed," he then added not being able to stop himself from getting in a jib.

[littleorphanalien]

"I don't know, maybe he'll come around on me if he sees what I look like naked. Other Manes men seem to like it," he can't help but quip, leaning his hip against the nearest wall to pretend like he can be this casual as he talks to Alex, even if his heart is pounding in his chest.

Alex has a habit of making him feel like a teenager, always.

"Yeah, well, you get bored of watching me after my third oil change or was it the fourth?" he deadpans. "I was gonna go get a drink now, you wanna watch that, too? I could just text you selfies."

[halfaleg]

"I've three brothers. You sure you wanna continue down that line of reasoning?" He deadpans. That's a lot of cock, even for Michael. But as far as he knows Michael might just love it. He the scuffles closer, leaning against his crutch. His prosthetic took a hit and his uncomfortably chaffing his stump. He takes Michael in, wondering just what happens in that extra-terrestrial brain of his.

"If you need that many oil changes, you have a problem," he then continues, voice still dry. "If you don't mind, I might join you for it. I'm off duty anyway." Jesse Manes could take his own good damn pictures.

[darkfamilyhistory]

Kyle swags up to Guerin with a nasty smile, holding a piece of multi-colored fabric. He then throws it over Michael revealing that it was in fact a Pride feather boa. "Happy Pride," he then says, still wearing that smile as if it would annoy Guerin.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael gives the boa a little push with his fingers, smirking as he drapes it around his neck, wearing it like he'd put any scarf on (despite the fact that he definitely isn't a scarf kind of guy).

"What?" he deadpans. "You thought it'd look pretty with my eyes?" he quips, even as he studied Kyle, amused at how far that pendulum's gone and swung between high school and now.

[darkfamilyhistory]

"I was curious if it would make you look as stupid as I hoped. I wasn't let down, " he quips with a smirk and crosses his arms across his chest. "Might not wanna wear it in public though. Or do if you enjoy being beaten up, I ain't bothered." he then kinda cautioned, even as he remained as annoying as before.

[littleorphanalien]

He fluffs up the boa a little at his chin, and gives Kyle a dubious look. "Please, I still look great," he argues, because he can make a lot look good. Maybe he'll need to take off his shirt to do it, but hey, he can make it work.

"You should know by now that picking fights with people who don't like what I am is the best hobby you can get," he replies, letting his gaze slide over Kyle, like he's challenging him.

[darkfamilyhistory]

"Discount burlesque dancer maybe." He huffs. He then furrows his brows slightly. He had never been a fan of Guerin. The guy tended to get up in his face far too often back in the days. He couldn't deny however that the last 10 years had turned a boy into a man. It could get real nasty if he allowed Guerin to get to him.

"It sounds like a stupid and risky hobby to me," he commented.

[halfaleg]

"No, I don't mind at all," he says with a smile and rolls over onto his back. He strokes his cock as he watches Guerin. "Once you're done with the lube, pass it over."

[littleorphanalien]

Sometimes, Michael wonders how the hell he gets himself in these perfect situations, but right now, he doesn't really want to argue it too much given how good Alex looks and how amazing it feels using the lube over his fingers and opening himself up for this. Fuck, it's gonna be so good and once he's well and slicked, he passes it over to Alex.

[halfaleg]

Alex grabs the passed bottle and applies a generous amount of lube onto his hard dick. He strokes himself a couple of times so that he's all wet then he beacons Guerin over. "Come here now," he breathes voice husky by desire.

[littleorphanalien]

He crawls over towards Alex, not sure he's entirely ready, but not caring anymore. Cupping Alex's cheek, he's desperate for Alex to be in him and he gives a whining little sound, needing it more than he's needed a lot of things.

"Alex," he begs. "Please?"

Meet a new alien, Michael!

[andeverythinginbetween]

Vetra doesn't know how she got separated from Ryder and the rest of the squad. One moment, she's within comm range, and the next, she's stepping around a boulder and onto an orange desert sand. Scrub grasses and scraggly brush dot the ground around her. This... isn't where she was.

She turns in a circle, then draws up her omnitool for a reading. There are structures not far, so she makes her way towards them, gun drawn, in case there are hostile.

She doesn't expect to see a shining metallic structure that looks like it belongs in the cargo bay of a ship, or the ridiculously vintage truck parked not so far away. She keeps her weapon out, but at rest in front of her as she lifts her omnitool again for a reading.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael's been working on one of the cars that's been brought in. With Sanders' vision going out the window, he's pretty much doing all the repairs, if he wants, and he does want. He needs the money, and if Sanders is willing to throw him the business, he's willing to take it.

Heading out with a cabin filter in hand, he comes to a halt when he sees what's definitively an alien-like creature standing in the middle of the junkyard.

He is an alien and he still gapes.

"What the fuck?" he asks, when he finds his voice.

[andeverythinginbetween]

She whirls, omnitool projecting a tech shield for protection at the new voice.

"What the fuck yourself," she answers. Her mandibles twitch as she frowns. "What is this place?"

[littleorphanalien]

His eyes widen at the technology suddenly on display. The appearance is one thing, and yeah, he could've written all of that off as a costume or something, but no one has technology that seamless, not like that. Michael snorts because he definitely shouldn't be the one interrogated.

He waves a wrench at her (because the voice sort of makes him think it's a her, but what the hell does he know about alien gender) and gestures around him. "Sanders Junkyard," he says. "You got a car I need to take a look at?" he jokes.

[andeverythinginbetween]

Junkyard. Car.

Earth.

She's not in Andromeda. She's in the Milky Way galaxy. The Sol System. That's... that's not possible. But the hardlight holographic display of her omnitool verifies that, yes, wherever she is, it matches the human homeworld perfectly.

But this guy isn't human. He passes, but her readings are off the charts. She holsters her gun, clamping it into her armor against her back with a quick, mechanical sound, and she drops her shield, too.

"I barely know what a car is," she says. She's frowning now, mandibles twitching against her jaw thoughtfully. "Listen, I was in the Andromeda galaxy thirty seconds ago. You must have some sort of tech that pulled me here, somehow. A micro mass relay, or something? No?"