[Ha ha good luck practicing that for the next several millenia.
Michael looks from Metatron to his ridiculous gifts, and doesn't even pretend he's not kind of grossed out by the prospect of accepting sweets from him. He takes half a step back automatically, but that isn't far enough back to save him from the sudden onslaught of gross trash in his personal bubble.
The affronted sneer on his face is truly timeless.]
What do you think you're-- [oh, he moved away again, never mind. Michael reaches out and shoves his hands away, anyway, like they'll infect him if he actually touches presents from Metatron... you never know.]
Go waste someone else's time with your simpering stories and treats!
don't accuse me of such things
Michael looks from Metatron to his ridiculous gifts, and doesn't even pretend he's not kind of grossed out by the prospect of accepting sweets from him. He takes half a step back automatically, but that isn't far enough back to save him from the sudden onslaught of gross trash in his personal bubble.
The affronted sneer on his face is truly timeless.]
What do you think you're-- [oh, he moved away again, never mind. Michael reaches out and shoves his hands away, anyway, like they'll infect him if he actually touches presents from Metatron... you never know.]
Go waste someone else's time with your simpering stories and treats!