micah follows you around like the scared and traumatized puppy he was.

you had loads of hobbies. And he followed every single one. Trying to do as good as you in them. From playing guitar to baking to paper crafts.

he’d follow you around from place to place picking up little things like shiny rocks and screws and bottle caps and soda tabs. He was trying really hard. Gotta respect the grind.

you liked to make flower crowns in the dandilon fields.

and one day he followed you. You sat down in this grassy meadow surrounded by plump flowers just ready to be picked it was so whimsical. He sat next to you and looked around curiously. You picked some flowers and started to weave.

he picked some too and tried to copy your movements but couldn’t.

“Can you teach me?..” Micah asked softly with curious eyes.