(from his pockets, there are some candy in wrappers. he'll throw one towards kazutora, just to keep the hunger at bay, before his thin fingers busied themselves with opening his. it's like he's stalling to answer, while pretending with conviction he just wants to get this one thing down first. the candy sits on his tongue, and he lets out a small sound of pleasure over the sugar rush.

some things don't change, at the end of the day. he might be older, depressed, exhausted, but some things? some things remain as they do. ever so often, there's a glimpse of mikey as he was, a little shit, prankful, playful, but those moments are as rare as they could ever be.

he's just the way he is.)

Too many things. It happens, the same it has to you. After we get the star, I'm putting you in touch with Takemitchy. He'll take care of you. I can't do that this time. I've heard what you can become, and being around me is not going to do your recovery any favors. Stick with him, and you'll be fine.