[Mike startles just a little at the voice — what, him, too preoccupied in his own soupy thoughts to not notice a cute girl wandering in? No, he's too cool for that kind of lame shit. Obviously. Y-yeah. He straightens up and tries not to look completely pathetic, but that just hurts, so he lets himself sag a little again with his hand to his waist. He smiles sheepishly, turning a face full of bruising and healing cuts toward her.]
What gave you that idea?
[He says it more jokingly than anything, with a little crooked smile.
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What gave you that idea?
[He says it more jokingly than anything, with a little crooked smile.
It's cool, it's cool, everything's good.]
I'm just, uh. Admiring the Bob Ross scenery.