[Mike’s bedroom. Posters, books, snacks everywhere. Life360 blinking on the nightstand. Will is lying on the bed with his sketchbook, Mike is scrolling Depop at his desk, Starbucks “milkshake” nearby.]
Mike muttered, “…okay, this guy wants forty bucks for a cosplay sword. I offered twenty and he called me an aura killer. bro.. it’s literally plastic.”
Will rolled onto his side, sketchbook in hand. “…sounds like classic Mike Wheeler energy.”
Mike waved his hand. “…fine. but at least I don’t draw analog horror in Roblox to scare six-year-olds.”
Will smirked. “…ten skulls for every child I traumatize. that’s efficiency.”
Mike groaned, scrolling his IG notes. “…also, why did you send me screenshots of what I was listening to yesterday on AirPods? I literally just played it.”
Will shrugged. “…ritualistic. aesthetic. you look good in red.”
Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. “…bro. I’m scared of women enough already, stop adding to it.”
Will laughed, flipping his sketchbook closed. “…queen behavior, slay your fears. Joyce approved.”
Mike grimaced, taking a sip of his Starbucks drink. “…this is literally sugar in liquid form. I’m doomed at twenty-five.”
Will tilted his head. “…Life360 sees everything, Mike. you can’t escape me.”
Mike groaned again. “…bro. you have a semi-popular fanart account on Tumblr. Dustin found it and almost exploded. that’s not fair.”
Will smirked. “…he’s fine. also, you still have a home button on your phone. stubborn old man.”
Mike flopped back in his chair. “…I don’t need to learn the new way, it’s fine. also, I’m gonna get banned from Depop for haggling too much.”
Will giggled, leaning over the bed. “…ten skulls for that one too.”
Mike threw a throw pillow at him. “…bro. I hate everything. this timeline. you. me.”
Will laughed, tossing his pencil in the air. “…queen energy. embrace it.”