[Increase his inter-what?? Michael makes another indignant noise like he first did when his sulking was interrupted, but this one is also - stunned, really. He looks in every direction besides Metatron's face very rapidly, like he's wondering when a giant pillow is going to assault him next, and oops he just kicked the tin across the floor, bye tin--]
You-- What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me!
[The only reason his free hand has found its way to Metatron's shoulder is to hit it, several times. Excuse you little boy, hands off the goods??]
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You-- What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me!
[The only reason his free hand has found its way to Metatron's shoulder is to hit it, several times. Excuse you little boy, hands off the goods??]