Where are you
Daniil:
Maybe he’s busy
Mikhail:
Doing what? he has no life
Calder:
True. Fun requires a personality
Mikhail:
Exactly
Me:
What do you want asshole? I’m busy
Mikhail:
Father has another job for you and Calder. Wants it done tonight…
Me:
Since when do you run errands for him?
Me:
And did you tell him about the retired detective yet like you said you would?
Mikhail:
I’m literally standing right next to him you dick
Mikhail:
And fuck no I didn’t tell him
Mikhail:
He’s in one of those moods where breathing wrong gets you a broken nose
Mikhail:
I’ll tell him later I swear
He sends a blurry selfie of him and Father who looks five seconds from murder.
He saves his cruelest lessons for Mikhail. Always has. The rest of us learned to duck and weave around his moods, but with Mikhail, Father dissects his every move, pushes him pasthis breaking point, then pushes harder. Like he’s trying to carve something specific out of him, even if it kills what’s left.
Me:
Text me the details
Me:
