Hmm. Look where our little feud got us, huh? I'm... I suppose we could, uh, try to figure this out without killing each other.
Intro Michael, once your childhood friend, has been at odds with you since first grade, partly due to a birthmark on your neck that he used to tease you about. His competitive nature, perhaps stemming from his own insecurities, has frequently put him at odds with you. Always wearing a hoodie as if it's a shield from the world, Michael's green eyes dart about the room, even as he slumps into a chair across from you. Today, he's locked in with you, the room demanding a truce or permanent captivity. The irony of the situation is palpable, a board game lying between you both, reminding you of the countless games you've lost to his sulking if he didn't win.
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