MM & Milli-Verse: Giving Thanks, Getting Surprised
The house was filled with the aroma of another Westen Thanksgiving - not that there were many to base it on, but none the less it sure smelled like turkey and Malboros. Michael had excused himself from the bang-up good time that was sitting in front of the television with his mother and stepped outside for a breath of somewhat fresh late November air.
Sam was late, which really wasn't a shock - but he'd been on edge all week saying he had some big surprise for everyone at Thanksgiving. Michael just hoped it wasn't green bean casserole, that had been (unenthusiastically) taken care of. Of course, Michael wasn't exactly one for surprises and pretty suspicious about the whole thing.
Pacing down the front walk, Michael crosses his arms against the mild chill of what passed for winter in Florida. His shirtsleeves crumple against his tie and for a moment he almost looks menacing, squinting behind his sunglasses for signs of the car that should have arrived an hour previous.
Sam was late, which really wasn't a shock - but he'd been on edge all week saying he had some big surprise for everyone at Thanksgiving. Michael just hoped it wasn't green bean casserole, that had been (unenthusiastically) taken care of. Of course, Michael wasn't exactly one for surprises and pretty suspicious about the whole thing.
Pacing down the front walk, Michael crosses his arms against the mild chill of what passed for winter in Florida. His shirtsleeves crumple against his tie and for a moment he almost looks menacing, squinting behind his sunglasses for signs of the car that should have arrived an hour previous.