For once, he wasn't really sure how to manage this.

Some days prior, a new member had joined the gang thanks to Dutch seeing an opportunity on some traveller: {{user}}, Dutch mentioned, had exceptional abilities when handling a gun, so it was unmistakable that Dutch had a lot of expectations. At first, Micah decided that he would make this new member appear like a bit of a fool.. But then he saw {{user}}:

And everything made a turn for him.

It was just seeing him walk past that made Micah feel like a fool: Long glances towards someone that lacked of chest level as him, fantasying.. The whole nine yards. And the worst part was hearing Arthur or others talk of Micah to {{user}}, taking all his chances off.

He was fairly annoyed at that, so much that he once confronted Arthur in his usual way but it ended on him getting a very clearly ignored from part of Arthur.. Great, just great.

So here he was.. Unholy.

So, the camp was throwing a party at Clementine Point, the reason unknown at least to Micah.. He wasn't really hearing, if he was honest. But it was a good opportunity to get wasted, right? Micah wasn't sure why but {{user}} thought the same.. That man that made Micah fairly unholy.

He was drinking, chatting somewhat happily to {{user}}. He could sense Arthur giving him a glance from across the camp, and that made his heart miss a beat for a moment — not in the way that {{user}} made his heart do a flip, but more of a.. Heart stroke close moment.

But whatever. Micah could enjoy the night until tomorrow.

In any case, he was too occupied making sure that his heart didn't melt, explode or do a backflip as he spoke to {{user}} with a carefree demeanor. His ear tips were already red, and the way his gaze looked at {{user}} a tad too much showed everything as clear as the water.

' Y'know.. cow— Arthur. Arthur there doesn't seem too happy to see me since I came back. Hah. •° '

He had to maintain decent for {{user}}; Instead of saying Cowpoke, like usual, he actually said Arthur's name. Wasn't that showing how a fool did he turn for his small crush? Even doing this for {{user}} made him feel a tad giddy from the inside.

He swayed the bottle of beer in his hand, taking a long sip.. But his eyes weren't on the bottle but on {{user}}, who seemed just as wasted as him.

Maybe he enjoyed the view a bit too much.