[To his credit, Michael's declining strength is still leagues above a majority of their colleagues' abilities. But he isn't thinking about that; being around Metatron, or rather, being alone with Metatron distracts him. Like the persistent prickling at the back of his mind - a burgeoning tiredness, as it happens--but one he can ignore, as long as this man isn't in his presence.
Michael wants Metatron out of his hair, but he is resolute in thinking that leaving him unsupervised (or worse, going to sleep) would do no one any favors least of all himself, and so--so. He tries very hard, to keep him under his thumb without acknowledging that he has to.]
Quiet. [The chocolates are confiscated by his free hand (of course he's not letting go) and then -- he still doesn't want them, so now what...
Well, suddenly the tin of chocolates clatters to the floor, right in the perfect spot for Michael to put his foot on it. Just put it there. He has not decided if it's worth crushing a tin of chocolate, yet...]
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Michael wants Metatron out of his hair, but he is resolute in thinking that leaving him unsupervised (or worse, going to sleep) would do no one any favors least of all himself, and so--so. He tries very hard, to keep him under his thumb without acknowledging that he has to.]
Quiet. [The chocolates are confiscated by his free hand (of course he's not letting go) and then -- he still doesn't want them, so now what...
Well, suddenly the tin of chocolates clatters to the floor, right in the perfect spot for Michael to put his foot on it. Just put it there. He has not decided if it's worth crushing a tin of chocolate, yet...]
You shouldn't even bring these things here.
[and throw out your catalogs you bargain bitch]