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Author's notes: This chapter was not on time, but at least closer than last week. By uh, one day.
This is a fun chapter, and I totally didn't project onto Michael (down with Yoshi 2021) uwu
"Oh my gosh, Michael are you ok?" Jeremy gasped as Michael walked into the GameStop they had agreed to meet up in.
"What do you mean?"
"You're not wearing your hoodie. You don't have your headphones. You look like you walked out of a washing machine. What happened?"
"It's hot, I was sweating, and my headphones are out of battery?" Michael offered.
"I don't think I've ever seen you out of your hoodie. Even at night. I thought it was like, permanently attached to your or something."
"Does it look permanently attached to me?" Michael motioned to his plain black t-shirt.
"You look so... Normal. Boring. Very un-Michael like." Jeremy said. "Are you sure you're ok? You're not sick? Maybe you should go back to the hotel and rest, just to make sure."
"While I appreciate the sentiment, I'm fine."
"You're still dancing like you're listening to Bob Marley. Are you having delusions?"
"No, I just have my headphones in."
"Where?"
Michael pushed back a few locks of hair and pointed to his AirPods.
"I can't believe you. Who are you, and what have you done with Michael?"
"Relax Jeremy." Michael rolled his eyes.
"I won't relax. You're acting like some weird alien." Jeremy gasped loudly and backed away slightly. "Did you consume Mountain Dew and some ominous tic tacs in the last few hours?"
"No Jeremy, I haven't been Squipped. I am fine."
"Fine, fine." Jeremy said, walking away slowly. Then he whipped around and exclaimed, "Pop quiz: What's our favorite video game level?"
"Level 9, the Cafetorium." Michael said. "And you do remember that Squips can sour through your memories, right?"
"Oh. Right." Jeremy shook his head. "Duh."
"Nice try." Michael patted Jeremy's shoulder.
"What'd you want to come in here for anyways?"
"Just browsing, you know? And also Mario Kart Deluxe 8. No biggie."
"You don't have MKD8 yet? Are you sure you're ok?"
"You just said 'MKD8'. Should I be the one asking if you're ok?"
"I like to abbreviate things. It's quicker." Jeremy shrugged.
"Not when it takes me 30 seconds to figure out what you mean."
"Well, let's just hurry up to get out of here. Seeing you without your hoodie is freaky."
"If you want I can chill outside and let you buy my game for me."
"Hey, it might be a little freaky, but it's not 60 bucks freaky."
"I tried."
"You did. And you failed."
"Are you only here for Mario Kart or what?" Jeremy asked, running his finger along a shelf of iconic plushie characters from some of his favorite games.
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