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.
"Plenty of men who'd like to mess up your pretty face for no good reason," Kyle replies with a shrug. He had seen enough weekends to know that a lot of men went out to end up in the hospital, either over their own stupidity or because they got caught in the middle.
Michael smirks as he gives Valenti an amused look, deciding to focus on that one little word. "Pretty," he echoes, smirking and challenging him with a raise of his brow. "And are you one of the ones who wants to mess me up for no good reason?"
"Because I'm the one to have to sew you back together," Kyle responds with an annoyed roll of his eyes. He's going to deny that he ever said that part. Period.
Well, at least Valenti isn't intending to let Michael ride it out and get injured with no plan to help, still he's smirking. "Is that your offer to walk me home so no one beats me up?" he asks, feeling like he's going to push at Valenti's buttons until he's the one who'll lose his patience, but he hasn't.
He didn't explicitly stated that part. Which is why Michael's comment gains him an annoyed eye roll. "What are you, 10? You don't need anyone to take you home. Besides I've a certain cred to hold up," he huffed. Like how he's 100% Super Duper Straight Man. "I just doesn't like working nights."
He then steps back crossing his arms across his chest. "I'm just saying that the people hanging around here doesn't like fags." Himself obviously not included. He had had his period in high school and knew how badly it hurt. How is fucked up Alex more.
Michael definitely doesn't need any help, but yeah, he enjoys pushing at Valenti's buttons like this, raising a brow. "Do they not?" he retorts, like he's suddenly shocked. "What? Roswell, a tiny backwater shitty town, doesn't like men like me or Alex?"
He scoffs and shakes his head. "What, so are you saying you need the walk home to hide from the assholes who live around here? Do they not like smart guys either?"
"Yeah I know. Big surprise," he responded with exaggerated facial expressions. Nice try Guerin, he isn't falling for it.
"I don't need help. Uneducated bottom feeders are just a minor annoyance," he said, taking a step forward. "And don't think for a moment that I'll walk you home. Not even if you wore a wig."
"Who needs a wig, my hair's pretty enough as it is," he boasts, which isn't the cast most days lately because it's not like he's taking the kind of care of it that he needs to, but some days, when he really tries, well, he could definitely make it.
"You gonna let me go my own way without accusing me of wrongdoing, then?" he challenges.
"Hey, are you saying birds' nests can't be?" Actually, probably, yeah. He knows that he's got a lot of work if he wants to be presentable when it comes to his hair and he usually only does it for special occasions.
Smirking at Valenti, he tips his hat to him. "What if I like getting into trouble?" he calls after him, seeing as it's the best part of his day, sometimes.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. If you stayed still for long enough some bird would lay eggs in there," he says with a smile that meant no good. "If you do get in trouble, a) don't call me and b) try not to bleed out too much." he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. If Guerin thought that would make him more likely to just let him go after that, he was wrong.
"So, apparently, I gotta try harder. Heard," he says, even though he hasn't decided yet if he's going to do anything about it, but hey, he's heard it. He snorts and gives Valenti a mocking salute. "Don't worry. I've survived my whole life without having a doctor who knows about everything."
He'll just do the mature thing and bleed in his truck with a bottle of nail polish remover, like he normally does. "See you around, doc."
He stiffens his back and glares down at Michael. "Maybe you ought to start seeing one. You have a a high-risk of getting it real bad," he huffs. "See you around and don't die on me."
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Date: 2019-05-13 12:57 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2019-05-13 07:37 pm (UTC)Not yet, at least.
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Date: 2019-05-13 07:43 pm (UTC)He then steps back crossing his arms across his chest. "I'm just saying that the people hanging around here doesn't like fags." Himself obviously not included. He had had his period in high school and knew how badly it hurt. How is fucked up Alex more.
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Date: 2019-05-14 01:05 am (UTC)He scoffs and shakes his head. "What, so are you saying you need the walk home to hide from the assholes who live around here? Do they not like smart guys either?"
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Date: 2019-05-14 08:50 am (UTC)"I don't need help. Uneducated bottom feeders are just a minor annoyance," he said, taking a step forward. "And don't think for a moment that I'll walk you home. Not even if you wore a wig."
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Date: 2019-05-15 11:28 pm (UTC)"You gonna let me go my own way without accusing me of wrongdoing, then?" he challenges.
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Date: 2019-05-16 08:29 pm (UTC)Smirking at Valenti, he tips his hat to him. "What if I like getting into trouble?" he calls after him, seeing as it's the best part of his day, sometimes.
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Date: 2019-05-18 01:23 pm (UTC)He'll just do the mature thing and bleed in his truck with a bottle of nail polish remover, like he normally does. "See you around, doc."
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