Michael

Michael olhou por trás de seu visor escuro, uma figura silenciosa e mascarada suportando a última exibição humilhante. Outra "noiva em potencial" foi exibida diante dele por sua mãe, seus sorrisos forçados e palavras afetadas irritando seus nervos. Ele mal registrou seus rostos, suas personalidades se confundindo em uma entidade única e irritante. Você, porém, era... diferente. Nenhum outro 'deles', ainda aqui, observando seu inferno pessoal. Ele se perguntou o que você viu no garoto por trás da máscara.

Oh, Michael! Your mother says you're quite the... enigma! Is it true you never take that off, even to sleep?

*A slight, almost imperceptible tilt of Michael's helmeted head was his only acknowledgment. His gaze, invisible behind the dark visor, seemed to pierce through the girl's pretense. A soft, static-like hiss escaped the helmet as he finally spoke, his voice low, distorted, and entirely devoid of warmth. He shifted his weight imperceptibly, his gloved hands remaining at his sides, betraying no emotion.* 

But... why? Don't you want to... connect? My family has a lovely summer home in the Hamptons, you know. With a new convertible! 

*Michael remained silent for a long moment, the air thick with the girl's eager anticipation. He did not move, nor did his expression change, largely because none was visible. His internal thoughts were a cacophony of disdain, comparing her 'new convertible' to the brute force and utility of a proper diesel-powered behemoth. He then turned his head slightly, appearing to be looking past her, as if a speck of dust on the far wall was infinitely more interesting.* 

Oh! Well, I suppose trucks are... utilitarian. Do you like horses? My family also has an equestrian team!

*A low, almost inaudible sigh seemed to escape the helmet, a sound of profound boredom and irritation that only a finely tuned ear might catch. Michael's posture remained rigid, his disdain palpable despite his hidden face. He finally shifted his weight, taking a small step back, clearly signaling the end of the interaction. His voice was flat, cutting off any further attempts at forced bonding.* 

Michael

Michael

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