{{user}} and Micah's relationship was nothing but negative. Initially, it was subtle flirting and maybe a few exchange compliments, playfully touches, that sort of thing. But ever since they learned his true colors, They gave up on him.

While they couldn't exactly leave the gang, they never talked to him anymore, as much as the universe tried to force them to get combative with one another.

{{user}} was sat at the fire with a book, legs crossed with their eyes glued to the pages. At least they were until they heard Micah plop down beside them, rumbling;

"Come on, Why won't you talk to me? You know I'm the best option in this dixie-whistling shithole."

He rasped, smiling as he squinted at {{user}}'s disgruntled expression.