"Ouch. Discount." After all, the other part he's not gonna fight, because the other part actually sounds like the kind of thing he could get on board for. He smirks and fluffs it up just a little. "What else is there to do? Not all of us are fancy doctors."
He lets the little boa flick Kyle's chin, just a little, undoing the top button of his shirt so it'll rest there neatly. "That's the beauty of being an auto mechanic. You got all the time in the world."
"You could try being a normal person with normal interests. Like hunting or sports. A lot less annoying for everyone else." He comments with an eye roll.
"Duh. Of course not everyone can be doctors. Some need to be nurses and mechanics too. Things wouldn't go around otherwise." He continues with annoyance.
Michael leans in and flicks Valenti in the face with the boa, which had been so handily given to him for this exact purpose, as far as he's concerned. "Well, there you go. I'm not a normal anything, let alone a person." So why should his hobbies be?
Besides, it's not like he wants to rush off and share his actual hobbies with him. Those are private. "Your car definitely wouldn't run. You know Sanders lets me work under your baby's hood, right?"
Grunts and takes a step back. He was aiming for humiliation, not being flicked like Guerin was some drag queen fresh off RuPaul's. "Doesn't mean you can't try. Heck Max manages just fine to fit in with everyone else. Why do you have to be difficult?"
"Yes," he scoffs at Guerin. He doesn't like how that's phrased. If Guerin wanted to, he could just cut the brakes and he would be dead meat. "That a threat? Because I hope you do realize that I've patients relying on me."
"Maybe," Michael says, voice low as he steps forward, eyes filled with the bitterness of twenty years, "if someone adopted me when I was seven years old, I'd be normal too, but I guess I'm not," he says, shrugging.
He's not Max Evans and he's never gonna be, but that's fine. "I don't wanna be normal," is the point. "And I'm not saying I'd cut your brakes, I'm saying I'd make you walk everywhere. Spend all your money on taxis and ubers."
Kyle clenched his jaw as Guerin stepped up to him like that. The words cut him deep. Of course he understood Guerin's reasons. It didn't make it right but he'd understand it.
"Fine. Be the odd one out if you want. I'm just asking why you gotta make it harder for yourself," he said. His brows then furrowed as he continued to adress the rest. "If you can't do your job maybe you shouldn't have it. I can take my car elsewhere. I could complain to Sanders to fire you. If I want. So be fucking careful with what you do to my baby."
Michael scrunches up his nose, smirking at Valenti. "You do that. You go complain to Sanders about my services, if you're so upset about someone messing with you. Sucks when the shoe's on the other foot," he quips and untangles the boat around his neck to start wrapping around his arm.
Honestly, he's pretty amused by this whole thing, and it's always entertaining to see Valenti riled up. "Everyone's always made it hard on me, I'm just continuing with what I know."
"I'll complain if you decide to go further than just messing with me. If my car isn't delivered when it should or work worse, you know who's head will roll," he says, glaring back at Michael.
"The way you're going just make people wanna treat you worse," he then adds.
Michael rolls his eyes, but wrinkles up his nose, lips curved down. "Sir, yes, sir, don't worry, your car is in precious hands," he retorts, shaking his head and giving Kyle an amused smirk. "Yeah, well, that's what I'm used to by now."
"Well, you act real nice, you can get called 'sir' all you like," he deadpans, because he can't help the amusement at seeing Kyle enjoying it (and hey, maybe Michael likes it a little, too).
"Yup," he agrees cheerfully. "And that's how people like it, so I'll roll with it."
"Nah," he guarantees, his eyes still fixed on Valenti. "I'm like a cockroach, you can't stop me," he insists, and steps a little closer, like he's about to take a risk on that early grave. At least if he goes out like this, it'll be fun as hell.
"What's the matter, Valenti? You never do anything fun anymore? Too upstanding and law-abiding? You must have a real hard-on for duty."
Michael doesn't let himself get shoved back so easily, maybe because he's a sucker for a fight and maybe because he's gunning for the world's stupidest genius award. "Safe fun," he confirms, shrugging. He finally lets go and steps just a pace back.
"Gets boring after a while, doesn't it? Predictable?"
"Liar," Michael accuses with a smirk, raising his brows like he's challenging Valenti with it. "I mean, if it's so fun, then why are you here wasting your time with me, huh?"
"Because annoying you is fun," he says and makes a face at Michael. "What is it that you really mean cowboy?" he then questions. There's something off with the way Michael is acting towards him.
Michael shrugs, knowing that he's definitely about to get decked in the face, but hey, where's the fun if he doesn't try? "I dunno, maybe I mean that I could show you some real fun if you ever decide to get off that big straight horse of yours."
Seeing as things between him and Alex clearly aren't peachy keen these days.
"What the fuck. What the actual fuck you think you're talking about Guerin?" he shouts and gives Michael a hard shove in the chest. "I'm fucking straight alright? I don't wanna fucking sleep with you. Not now. Not ever. Fuck off," he says with a glare and turns to leave before he knocks Guerin's teeth out. He's alright with gay guys. Like Kyle. But only as long as they don't hit on him. He feels sick.
Michael lets him shove him as much as he wants, smirking because this is a lot of protesting, but he holds up both his hands in the air like he's about to give up on that. "Hey, I'm just saying, sometimes a mouth is a mouth," he points out.
"I'll leave it to the women of Roswell to see that manscaped chest of yours, though," he quips.
"We're not in college dickwad," he says with a glare. "There's nothing wrong with taking care of yoruself. The women greatly appreciates my chest, thank you very much. If anyone is the odd one out it's you and Alex. Shouldn't gay men shave everything off to look like a pre-teen?" he says and makes a face.
"Not gay," he reminds Kyle, and Alex doesn't shave everything either, which he'd been pretty happy with. Michael glances down to where his popped buttons shows off the chest hair, then back to Kyle. "But yeah, keep telling yourself that. You get things bleached, too?" he asks with a smirk.
"Why the fuck would I bleach anything? Who the fuck does that?" He makes another face at Guerin, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation.
Michael's having the time of his life pushing Kyle outside of his comfort zone the way he is, with a smirk. "I mean, if you're down there," he says conversationally, "and you're going to town, it might look better, that's all I'm saying. You're smart enough to get the rest."
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Date: 2019-06-04 10:49 am (UTC)He lets the little boa flick Kyle's chin, just a little, undoing the top button of his shirt so it'll rest there neatly. "That's the beauty of being an auto mechanic. You got all the time in the world."
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Date: 2019-06-04 11:10 am (UTC)"Duh. Of course not everyone can be doctors. Some need to be nurses and mechanics too. Things wouldn't go around otherwise." He continues with annoyance.
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Date: 2019-06-06 05:50 pm (UTC)Besides, it's not like he wants to rush off and share his actual hobbies with him. Those are private. "Your car definitely wouldn't run. You know Sanders lets me work under your baby's hood, right?"
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Date: 2019-06-06 07:04 pm (UTC)"Yes," he scoffs at Guerin. He doesn't like how that's phrased. If Guerin wanted to, he could just cut the brakes and he would be dead meat. "That a threat? Because I hope you do realize that I've patients relying on me."
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Date: 2019-06-07 11:13 pm (UTC)He's not Max Evans and he's never gonna be, but that's fine. "I don't wanna be normal," is the point. "And I'm not saying I'd cut your brakes, I'm saying I'd make you walk everywhere. Spend all your money on taxis and ubers."
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Date: 2019-06-08 11:45 am (UTC)"Fine. Be the odd one out if you want. I'm just asking why you gotta make it harder for yourself," he said. His brows then furrowed as he continued to adress the rest. "If you can't do your job maybe you shouldn't have it. I can take my car elsewhere. I could complain to Sanders to fire you. If I want. So be fucking careful with what you do to my baby."
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Date: 2019-06-09 10:21 pm (UTC)Honestly, he's pretty amused by this whole thing, and it's always entertaining to see Valenti riled up. "Everyone's always made it hard on me, I'm just continuing with what I know."
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Date: 2019-06-09 10:25 pm (UTC)"The way you're going just make people wanna treat you worse," he then adds.
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Date: 2019-06-10 08:09 pm (UTC)"Why upset that delicate balance?"
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Date: 2019-06-10 08:26 pm (UTC)He then sobers up with an eye roll. "It's nowhere hear a 'delicate balance'. You're just an ass so people treat you like one."
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Date: 2019-06-11 01:27 am (UTC)"Yup," he agrees cheerfully. "And that's how people like it, so I'll roll with it."
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Date: 2019-06-14 06:46 pm (UTC)"Have fun ending up in an early grave then," he continued and makes a mocking expression at Guerin.
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Date: 2019-06-15 12:53 am (UTC)"What's the matter, Valenti? You never do anything fun anymore? Too upstanding and law-abiding? You must have a real hard-on for duty."
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Date: 2019-06-15 01:03 am (UTC)"I've plenty of fun. I sleep with any girl I want. I spend my hard earned cash on anything I want. Why would I want it any other way?"
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Date: 2019-06-15 02:12 am (UTC)"Gets boring after a while, doesn't it? Predictable?"
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Date: 2019-06-21 08:47 pm (UTC)Seeing as things between him and Alex clearly aren't peachy keen these days.
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Date: 2019-06-23 02:17 am (UTC)"I'll leave it to the women of Roswell to see that manscaped chest of yours, though," he quips.
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