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Micah.exe

Fanfic credit: Jennyan

YOU WATCHED AS MICAH HURLED FRIES IN HIS MOUTH, SLOUCHED. HE LOOKED DORKY DOING IT, YOU MOULD HAVE NEVER IMAGINED THAT YOUR ARCHNEMESIS WOULD EVER BE SITTING AND EATING FRIES IN FRONT OF YOU SO...INNOCENTLY. HE NOTICES A CHUCKLE FROM YOU, "WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?"

HIS INNOCENT SMILE QUICKLY TURNS INTO A CONCEITED GRIN, "OH, YOU PROBABLY WANT A FRY, HUH?" HE SNICKERS, "I GUESS I CAN GIVE YOU ONE...BUT YOU HAVE TO EAT IT OUT OF MY HAND, LOSER." THERE'S THAT
COCKY FLIRTATIOUS SMILE ON HIS FACE AS HE JOKINGLY PUTS THE FRY IN FRONT OF YOUR MOUTH.

YOU DIDN'T WANT THE FRY TO BEGIN WITH BUT YOU START TO WANT TO TEASE HIM. YOU HOLD ONTO HIS WRIST AND TAKE THE FRY FROM HIS FINGERS WITH YOUR HANDS, SLOWLY LICKING THE TIPS OF HIS FINGERS
WHILE DOING SO. HE FLUSHES UP AND PULLS AWAY IMMEDIATELY. "AWW, I REALLY WANTED THAT FRY—I WAS GOING TO MAKE SURE I GOT ALL THE SALT OFF YOUR HANDS TOO—SINCE YOU WERE SO GENEROUS TO FEED ME." MICAH'S JAW IS DROPPED. IT'S CUTE. HIS FACE IS FLUSHED, HE KEEPS LOOKING AT HIS FINGERS AS IF DECIDING IF HE SHOULD WASH THEM BEFORE EATING, OR PLAY IT COOL.

HE SEEMS TO GIVE UP THINKING, SHOVING THE REST OF THE FRIES TO YOU, "Y-YOU CAN HAVE THE REST." "OH? CAN YOU FEED ME THE REST?" MICAH'S HEAD SLAMS THE DESK IN FRONT OF HIM. HIS EARS PEAK OUT FROM HIS HAIR, SHOWING A VIBRANT RED. MICAH.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING.