Micolash is an odd bird all right, but at least he’s not belligerent. Because yes, Freddy may be a cop, but look at him. This is a tiny train wreck.
After throwing away his empty beer bottles and grabbing that bag of Doritos, he starts tagging along after Micolash. There they go, the skinny kid in a blood-soaked suit and the towering figure of the tattered scholar wearing a birdcage over his head.
Freddy makes sure to keep Micolash in the corner of his eye, but he’s more focused on looking around him, both for a thrift-store and so that he can keep track of where they are going. He looks tired, like someone in a stupor making their way home after the bars close... after getting caught in a shoot out.
Conversation with Micolash has proven to be completely exhausting, so small-talk and the smug cop questions he's supposed to be asking in these situations are abandoned in favor of hyper-focusing on the self-appointed task at hand: getting Micolash ‘home’ safe and sound, and as quickly as fucking possible.
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After throwing away his empty beer bottles and grabbing that bag of Doritos, he starts tagging along after Micolash. There they go, the skinny kid in a blood-soaked suit and the towering figure of the tattered scholar wearing a birdcage over his head.
Freddy makes sure to keep Micolash in the corner of his eye, but he’s more focused on looking around him, both for a thrift-store and so that he can keep track of where they are going. He looks tired, like someone in a stupor making their way home after the bars close... after getting caught in a shoot out.
Conversation with Micolash has proven to be completely exhausting, so small-talk and the smug cop questions he's supposed to be asking in these situations are abandoned in favor of hyper-focusing on the self-appointed task at hand: getting Micolash ‘home’ safe and sound, and as quickly as fucking possible.