Michael: okay *he got closer to you basically to corner you further*

Samantha: look I’ll see you in a bit and you’ll be lucky if I don’t beat the crap outa you for this *she hung up and came out with a suitcase and her coat on* hey sorry about that

They’re very different in many ways, Michael is very simple and doesn’t anything complicated, or he just tells himself that, while Charlie wants love and to give love))

Michael: *he sorta smiled watching you making eye contact*

Samantha: stop talking stop talking I get it, you’re fuckin stupid and don’t know what you’re doing with the bastard *you could hear her put on a coat and put something in a suitcase while in that room*

Michael: you know what I want. *he leaned against the door knowing exactly what he’s doing*

Samantha: *she sounded frustrated and kept her voice down* what? What is it now? You’re starting to call daily you know?

Michael: knew there was something wrong with that pen *shut the door blocking you in the bathroom with his body crossing his arms*

Samantha: *got a call groaning and got up going to another room to answer it*

Michael: I know why you accepted you offer to trade your body for information, you wanted fame, now you have your information, now go get dressed

Samantha: it’s a date

Michael: mmm alright, fame really must mean something to you

Michael: I’m sorryyyyy *he hugged you squeezing you *

Samantha: 6 pm? Somewhere nice downtown?

Samantha: …wanna go on a date tomorrow?

Michael: *he let out a loud cackle of a laugh shifting back*

Samantha: my honey~

Michael: *he decided to morph his face into yours before leaning over you* heyyyy

Micheal: of course I am *he scooped you up and put you in the bath*

Samantha: *she softly squeezed you close*

Samantha: you're so beautiful