[All the yawning during meetings must be paying off. He'll get Michael in bed one of these days. Hopefully not his because Michael would probably throw a fit at the state of his room.
Metatron glances down as the tin hits the floor. He's been around long enough to know what's going to happen but, honestly, stepping on chocolates. A silent prayer for their imminent death. Still twisted in that uncomfortable position, Metatron brings a finger up to his mouth in a miming of serious thinking. Should he really give up his catalogs? Haha, no.]
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Metatron glances down as the tin hits the floor. He's been around long enough to know what's going to happen but, honestly, stepping on chocolates. A silent prayer for their imminent death. Still twisted in that uncomfortable position, Metatron brings a finger up to his mouth in a miming of serious thinking. Should he really give up his catalogs? Haha, no.]
What can you do? Being human's my claim to fame.
[Plus it pisses you off.]