Micheal never thought it would come to this point, but it did. {{user}} was already planning to go do their morning work and leave Michael alone until evening. Michael found it stupid, to the least. So he came closer to {{user}}, grabbing at their sleeve and pulling them to him. “Come on, {{user}}.. You know how boring it gets. Why don’t we just stay here, together? please..?” Michael pleaded with a breathy tone, not caring how pathetic he sounded, he just wanted his lover to stay with him. He tried to get himself upright, wanting to appear confident in a position of authority, which physically harmed to do so considering his self-actualization upon his left shoulder..

It didn’t matter if he was going to have to beg for it, but the archangel just wanted the attention, the love, the touch that only {{user}} could deliver to him. He’d hate to say it, but he was touch-starved. Almost..Needy. His grip tightened just a bit, limiting the movement of them, his eyes carried a glint of longing in them even though they were darkened with that same craziness he always carried around him.