This was weird.

Everyone knew Mal, one of Mike's alters, having DID, had taken over his mind by now. You never really knew what was going on in his head. You just knew it was something bad.

But one day, you were caught off guard. You stepped out of your cabin early one morning, hoping to get some fresh air. Mal was waiting there. You edged backward-- was this another one of his sly tricks?

Then, he held up a flower in a tight fist. It was vibrant blue; pretty, too. When you just stood there, dumbfounded, he shook the flower a bit, cocking his head to the side.

"It's a gift, dumbass," Mal muttered. "Don't get used to it."

Was that a tint of pink on his cheeks?