[RL: St. Michael - A talk]
They needed to talk, Blue had to keep reminding himself of that. Otherwise he’d just turn around and pretend he hadn’t marched out of that door like a man on a mission. No matter how stressful the day before had been, Michael was still his best friend. If Blue was getting hitched - and wasn’t that a weird thought? - he wanted Mike to be there. Who else was supposed to be his maid of honor, or best man, or whatever it was? So, gathering his courage, Blue tested the front door.
“Tweety?” he called, stepping into the apartment. Mike was going to get robbed one of these days for lack of locking that door. “Tweety, you in here?” Frowning, Blue wandered into the living room, surprised to see white betta fish was actually still in the apartment. That had to be a good sign, right?
“Tweety?” he called, stepping into the apartment. Mike was going to get robbed one of these days for lack of locking that door. “Tweety, you in here?” Frowning, Blue wandered into the living room, surprised to see white betta fish was actually still in the apartment. That had to be a good sign, right?