"Oh? Enlighten me." Mikey ran a hand through his freshly gelled peroxide hair. "You know," she began with a giggle, "I might just have something in mind to give your little relationship problem a push… move things in the right direction." For a moment, it looked as though she pondered something. Kyu slinked the bottle of alcohol between her fingers. Fuck it… even when I try to be a decent guy things start backfiring on me. "Up until just the other day I thought I was doing the right thing. "Easy for you to say," Winters slid the bottle across to for his magical friend. "It's a little late to start asking for my help now things start going downhill… don't ya think?" Kyu buzzed across the lounge and perched herself upon the kitchen counter, wiggling her peachy little behind and scooping up a shot glass. He kept the glass pressed against his lips in quiet thought. That expression of hers made Mike feel uneasy. "This is why you're supposed to listen to me, dumbass," She chuckled with a sinister wink, "I was sent here to help you! Kinda goes with the territory… you know… taking my advice to heart? I mean, fuck knows… I only say half of this shit for your own good." There, in the aftermath, the pink beauty sat, legs crossed in a skimpy outfit of lace and leather. It wafted across the expanse of the lounge, finally settling after a many a moment. With a sharp clap of the hands, Kyu pulled a cloud of pink smoke from the nothingness. You wouldn't listen to me when I warned ya about Blondie before… You even ignored me when I warned you about Kyanna, too." She drew her every movement out to a painstaking level, finally drifting up from the couch with a stiff flicker of those bug-like wings of hers. Yet the fairy didn't seem to respond much beyond a disinterested yawn. Stop twiddling your thumbs and listen to me." "Kyu… have I been wasting my time with her? I mean… I put everything on the line and it doesn't feel like Tiffany has a single shred of faith in me."Ī stiff whiskey – the refreshing twinge of bronzed liquid slithered down his throat as his alluring leer of green fixated upon her. Now – he knew his best choice was to regroup and get some proper advice. After all, he'd given everything he could, only to be met in return by mistrust at the hands of somebody who supposedly cared about him. Inside there was a bitterness he struggled to contain beneath that suave smile of his. Regrets – to say Mike didn't have them at this point was an outright lie.
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