Iffy Behaviour 《Purple Mike》

I hate you 《1》

Mike glared at from the purple man just a few steps away from him, his muscular arms crossed over his chest tightly with his facial expression a visible pout. Vincent was surrounded by alot of kids, surprising they'd still be here at this time of day. He had nothing to do but just smile and give the little ones a high five as he crouched down to their eye level, Vincent had no fucking idea why these kids approached him though, perhaps they thought he was also a animatronic mascot.

"You alright, Mikey?" Mike jumped a bit, Jeremy's breath hitting the back of his neck what a fast one. Mike took out his left hand buried in his arm and faced it straight up beside him with a reassuring face, signalling his yes. Jeremy blinked and nodded, remaining beside Mike as they both watched Vincent. Mike didn't really mind, Jeremy was his friend of course, "He sure is popular with the kiddies isn't he." Jeremy let out a tiny chuckle. Mike responded with a strict shrug.

"Were they always like this with him?" Jeremy sighed still holding that playful smile.

"Yeah ever since he joined. He's insanely friendly with them all, it's amazing. Keeps them busy from climbing into the play house and getting stuck." That's good enough to hear at least but when Vincent isn't here they'll constantly annoy the co-workers and ask where the big purple man is, it causes Vincent to come back even if its his day-off, he loves kids.

Vincent noticed the two staring at him from across the room, he waved at them with a smile as Jeremy chuckled and waved back, "He's been actin' weird since he got back from Bordeaux." Mike tilted his head, "more gay than usual.." there was a pause, Jeremy blinked then let out a tiny chuckle which made Mike shot a glance at him.

"Are you scared someone's much more gay than you?" well I kinda worded it wrong Mike panicked on the inside but remained calm on the outside. It's just so weird that he's all over you, is he hitting on you now? why's it giving me a weird feeling..  Mike noticed the silence between them and gave Jeremy the classic roll of the eyes, "You're the gayest person I know, Andrew, don't you worry." Jeremy said as he gently patted Mike's shoulder with a gentle smile.

Mike's P.O.V
Jeremy walked right over to Vincent, striking his shit as the two hit it off with their gay ass conversation.

It made my teeth break, I need a drink. They're just chatting, probably about stupid shit. I tilt my head to my side, making my neck crack a bit, "Oh, Vincent let's go get some vino without Mike's gay ass cause he's not our friend." I said in my worst Jeremy Impression mimicking Jeremy as he talked to huge sweet potato infront of him, "Oh yeah but first let's go suck each other off in the dunny." Oh god they're starting to leave how accurate is that. I chucked to myself. This place sucks.

I checked the watch on my wrist. 7:55, huh, almost time to go. There's nothing going on right now..I could probably go out for a little smoke and maybe a walk, stretch out these insanely long legs.

I gave one last glance at them before they left through the kitchen doors. Vincent's purple hand falling off the door to his side as it slammed shut behind em. I sigh, whatever. Jeremy's a grown up anyway he'll know what's right and wrong. I'll need to focus on what's infront of me. 

I made my way over to the front doors, pushing the glass door open with my fist in result made me groan in disgust, the door was bloody sticky. Whatever, I can go clean it up behind the building. I kicked the door shut with the back of my foot as I made a beeline to the back of the pizzeria.

*SLAM*

(noises or actions phrased in this will automatically switch out of the character's point of view and back to 3rd person)

Mike rested his arm on the parking pole infront of him, his whole body weight depending on it as he smoked a ciggy. The sky was a nice cloudy sight, Mike could see mixes of soft pastel pinks and lilac purples blending together along with a nice shine of daffodil glimmering over the clouds. He doesn't usually head out to enjoy the sunlight though star gazing may be one of his interests but this was nice for him. Mike slowly took the cig away from in between his lips letting out a long smoke. Jeremy will be coming late tonight but at least Fritz will give him company can't survive with boredom of course. Mike was living with Jere for the time being. Though after thinking about Jeremy, Vincent had clicked back into his mind.

That blokes' really been putting me on edge this week.. Mike was well frustrated. dragging Jeremy out of work, out of our own apartment. it's fucking suffering, Mike let out another long smoke, "Tsk. Are they planning on living together instead? perhaps they're an item since they're so fucking close.." Mike's frustration was getting to him. Why now? and why for this particular reason? He sighed, rubbing his eyes. This was all too much for Mike to handle right now he just wishes time to go faster so he can head back to their apartment and flop onto his bed.

"Mfgghm." Mike's eyes snapped to reality, it was a strange high pitch sound that alerted him. Something inhuman..
He turned to his side and looked down, it wa- that a fucking rabbit? Mike squated down to the small fragile mammal, it had white fur with black markings. It looked sweet but Mike wouldn't be hesitant to shoot it if it were to bite him, "You're a..cute one." Mike gently pressed his index finger against the rabbit's cheek causing it to nuzzle against him so soft Mike had shitty bandages on so feeling the rabbit would be the last thing he'd ever do.

"Are you lost?" Mike gently pat the mammal over its ears, "I'd take you home if I could but if you have a mama she is gonna whoop my ass." Mike checked the time again, 8:10. It's time to go, "I gotta go now, fella, but be safe and avoid a 6'4 bloke with a phone for a head. He's trouble and very racist." He got up with a grunt, stretching his arms over his head before heading back inside to seize his bag from his

...

locker.

Mike felt something strange, he turned around saw the rabbit again, "The fuck..!" he kept his eyes on it, slowly walking backward a bit in which the creature responded by moving foward towards him, "Oh hell no.." Mike sighed, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets as he analysed the rabbit, "I can't take you inside..Boss doesn't like wild pests entering the establishment.." His eyes wandered over to the parking lot, it was for employees. His car was parked far away from everyone else's, It was a plain white 1957 Chevrolet car with a few sctrach marks on it. Those sctrach marks partly being Jeremy's fault as to accidentally injuring his car with his motorcycle a few times.

He picked up little cuniculus gently, wrapping his fingers around its body as he held it far apart from him takin big steps towards his car, "If you bite me,  I won't hesitate to jump in my Chevy and turn you into roadkill."  he went over to the passanger side, the window was kept open as Mike did some deliveries this morning and needed to get the smell out of the car, "Pwah!" Mike held his arms to the open window jointing his hands a bit to signal the bunny. The bunny leaped onto the passanger seat cleanly.

Mike nodded to the little creature and quickly ran inside, eager to head home. he dashed over to the staff & employees' only room, Fritz & Hien were the only ones there. Hien was seen just halfway putting on a shirt as Fritz was holding his phone in his hand seems like he was coming here to get it, "Move." Mike demanded as Fritz and Hien moved aside, he went to work on the combination code which took 2 seconds and rummaged through his locker for his belongings.

"Heard it's gonna pour tonight." Hien said in that thick English accent of his, "Better stay under the covers cause its said to be massive." Fritz shivered as he lightly chuckled, "You hear that, Mike?"

"I honestly don't care." Mike was lying, he absolutely hates the thunder. He shut his locker tight after putting on his street clothes, taking off his work cap to be replaced with a black snapback and placing it on the rack next to the door, "welp, bonne nuit men." Mike said as he left out the door, Hien and Fritz looked at each other in confusion.

Mike is the same type of salty as ever.