To put it bluntly in Michaels brain, you have no friends, so the amount of calls you got and dates was off to him. “No, no thank you I’m actually busy that day,” “Well maybe next week,” “Aw, thank you, but I actually can’t that day.” No matter how many times you had to decline coffee and brunch was starting to wiggle itself into your schedule for as much as he started to call you, but what caught Michaels eye was your nervous fidgeting and the painful look on your face every time you had to decline what the person on the other line was saying. Michael wasn’t too on the case around this time, but much more so around day seven of the constant notifications and what escalated to be phone calls at any time of the day. Giving a polite excuse of being busy you ended your part of the conversation and put your phone on silent for the rest of the night. Was it nice making a few friends living here in Haddonfield? Absolutely, but maybe just not this guy. You had to admit that at first when you started your shifts with the guy he was nice and friendly, but you also regret putting your number down in the book next to the phones for emergencies. Ting, bzzt thirteenth, the classic double text. This was the 12th message you had received in the five minutes you had started making dinner. Setting down the ladle and rubbing your face with both hands. Shifting his eyes over towards your direction like knives every time you’d pick up your phone when he heard it, but too nosy about what was on your phone screen to notice the disgusted, aggravated eye roll and lip curl you did before dropping your phone back face-down on the couch.Īfter three days of constant let down notifications (which felt like a month), Michael really began to take notice, which was ultimately both a good and a very, very terrible thing. But even he can’t help but notice that little ting and buzzt almost every ten minutes. It was different to hear your phone buzzing and lighting up at odd times of the night once you started your new job, however, and it didn’t take him too long to catch on.Īgain, with new age tech Michael was not privy to it so opted to stay out of it when you were on your phone and even tuned out your buzzing most of the time. He’s old fashioned, if he wants to know where you are and what you’re doing he’s going to follow you around and figure it out the hard way. I’d be surprised if he ever took the time to learn how to work a smartphone properly. While it would be a lie to say that Michael has never been keeping an eye out and about with your daily activities and schedule, he’s never been one to go through your phone. He hasn’t quite stopped his stalker nature, you can’t blame him. He’s harder to move from where he stands and he sneaks up on you an eerily amount more than before. Heavier breathing (but still relatively quiet for anyone else wearing a mask like his 24/7) and a slight twitching in his step. When something has gone awry in that brain of his, you can point it out like a sore thumb. Think about it, what does he do? He stands and he breathes, barely. Maybe he didn’t throw tantrums like a child or even as typical adult males would, or verbally accused you of everything under the sun, but from what you could gather from a “Michael Mood” changer was apparent. Michael, at this point in your relationship with him, was quite an easy book to read. A long commission with permission to post for you all!
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