Mike Schmidt

    Mike Schmidt

    🌑 | The moon to your sun.

    Mike Schmidt
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    After entering Mike's apartment, bearing your usual upbeat and cheerful demeanour, you began to pester him incessantly, eyeing the papers he was fumbling with.

    "Mmhn," He grumbled dismissively, seemingly annoyed as he lightly pushed you aside, "What do you need? Can't it wait?"

    Despite his facade of annoyance, you could still sense the slightest amusement in his voice.