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Mikey enters, looking a bit weaselly. This is mostly because he didn't expect to end up here Nexused two times in a row and wow, also, is his damned locker ever going to come back? Not that he's complaining because being shoved into a vortex to an alternate plain of existence is a shitload cooler then a skinny high school locker but -- oh, hey, a sign.
He mouths out the words before blinking and shoving his hands as far into the back pockets of his skinny girl jeans as possible, rocking forwards onto his toes.
"Oh, hey. Wicked. Who's your hero? Superhero? There's a distinction you know."
He mouths out the words before blinking and shoving his hands as far into the back pockets of his skinny girl jeans as possible, rocking forwards onto his toes.
"Oh, hey. Wicked. Who's your hero? Superhero? There's a distinction you know."