(he's just going to roll his eyes to baji's comment, before coming into his feet, no greeting other than a motion for them to follow inside. within his door, the scenario is none other than the familiar dojo where mikey grew up in. all in its place, and if it wasn't all messed up like all the doors were, it could have been a good place to live in.

better than the ruins of a house he nests in, poorly renovated and falling apart. no penthouse for him yet.

once they're secured and the door closes, mikey is just walking towards the back, fingers touching the wood of the exterior part of the house until he turns around and speaks.)

Both of you are shit at taking directions. I decided on something. You two want to help, then you're going to help, and you want to talk, then we will be able to talk, and I don't need to be around you for that. That minimizes the risks. We're becoming soulmates. That way, you two get what you fucking want and I don't need to be around you for that, so you two can leave me the fuck alone.

(and, so, he'll guide. further at the back, there's izana. it's not truly him, naturally, as the image flicks and dances before their eyes. tan skin, empty eyes, grin, and the earrings matching the back of mikey's neck.)

Touch him.