Easy Prey: Girl Watching Style

"Totally understandable." Alana commented and Mike was surprised. She usually didn't strike up a conversation as easily.

"Should I be hurt?" He turned his brown gaze from one girl to the other, smiling shyly. Slowly he touched a hand to his heart, closing his eyes as if in pain. "That hurts, it really hurts." This only solicited a punch in the arm from Alana. "Stuff it you wimp." She teased happily.

"And how am I going to prove it to you if you won't grace yourself with the honour of me escorting you on an outing?" He pouted again, turning the charm on Frankie.

Mike looked up, surprised at Frankie's actions. But if she was trying to play him he was only mildly fooled. "Oh, I could think of countless ways, most that are illlegal. Though you never had a problem with those before..." He smirked, watching as Alana's eyes betrayed her laughter.

"But, you know, I don't think that kind of talk is appropriate for the lounge, perhaps we should take it to more... private quarters?" Ha, if she wanted to play the game, she had to be aware that he was the MASTER.

Mike stared open-mouther as Frankie stomped off after screaming at him. "What the?"

"You jerk!" Yelled Alana, taking her cue from Frankie and adding her own dramatic flair. She tossed a pillow at him and abruptly stood up. "How could you do something like that to her.. TO ME?!" Sending one last scathing look at her confused friend she stalked off, the stufiness of the lounge bothering her. She had to get out to the forest, maybe talk to one of the Old Ones

"Whadid I do?" Mike whimpered, looking around te lounge for a kind face. Seeing nothing but disgusted looks and sympathetic glances from the guys he shook his head. "Girls!" Shaking a fist at the sky Mike tossed the pillow back where Alana had been sitting, and wheeld himself out of the room.

Where else could he go?

"That was harsh girly!" He waggled a finger disapprovingly at her. "Now I'll hafta find my useful friend ith the mindwiping ability to be able to set foot in that room again. Well, wheel actually." He tilted his head up at her, noting how much fun she seemed to be having, at his expense.

"Hey Frankie, I missed you when we moved away." Mike admitted, a secret in exchange for her calling him Mike instead of that infantile nickname. "I used to try and send you secret messages, but I guess they never worked."

When he was nine, a crucial age for him, his family had been forced to move away without any contact for his former friends. He gad gad to pack up everything and just leave, it had been hard on him. It was on that joiurney away from Brooklyn that his parents had been in the car crash, the one that had paralyzed him from the waist down.

"I'm glad you didn't. My parents would have freaked." He suppressed a smile, hands playing along his wheels. "They said it was better we left, better we didn't tell anyone. I was angry at them for a while." But it was hard to stay angry in a hospital bed.

"Be thankful my I.Q. hasn't grown since we've been apart. You wouldn't be able to understand me." He teased, shaking his head when she ruffled his hair. "It was a long time ago." He muttered wistfully, mind going back to the times when they ran and played like crazy little kids. How he missed the days when he could easily slide into an alley unnoticed and sneak mice into his pockets at the pet store.