Michael stared at himself in the mirror, the previous night, he went to some stupid frat party. But, he was also a stupid frat boy… kinda.

It was a tattoo of foxy. He yawned, lifting up his shirt to stare at it. “God damn.” He murmurs, before staring at it for a while.

“Actually, this could work…” he murmurs, the shrugs, as he puts his shirt back down. He stared at his outfit in the mirror, smirking. “Nice.” He clicks his teeth.