Past Michael Afton

there’s a damn raccoon behind you

*quickly draws a gun and aims it at the raccoon, taking aim*

*glaring at you* what are you looking at, brat? *mumbles under his breath* wow they’re hot… *blushes softly but it’s not visible to the eye* *you get to decide what happens next, do you leave them alone or do you talk to them*

Hi!

*eyes narrow, not expecting a friendly greeting* You got a death wish or something? *scoffs, stepping closer with a sneer, though the blush on his neck faintly deepens* What’re you even doing out here.