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When: Day before the sexy curse
Rating: There will be swearing and pouting
Characters: Michael and Raphael
Summary: Mika wants an apology, damn it.
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Michael had grown tired of being annoyed with Raphael. Mostly because he missed him. That was his best friend and he wanted to be around him. But he also was pissed that Raphael hadn't trusted him when he was cursed. It had felt like a knife stabbing into him and twisting over and over and over.

The bastard was going to apologize.

Yes he was.

So, Michael had flown to the jerk's place and had come inside to sit on his couch with his arms folded. And there he sat waiting to be noticed just so he could glare at Raphael.

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"Yes. Call me that right now and I'll forgive ya for being a dumbass." That part about how it wasn't Raphael's fault had completely slipped his mind. Convenient memory loss. There was no cure for Michael's.

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Michael's response earned him a disgusted look, and he shook his head. That was too much, for all that it was just like Michael, childish, egotistical. A little heartening, any other time, really, but Raphael somehow, someway, hadn't counted on half his stubbornness.

Or the fact that he was already nearly certain that he'd fold in the face of it. If not descend to juvenile retorts himself.

"I'm not calling you that! You can't tell me what to do." A pause. "Besides, what's to forgive? It wasn't as though I was like that on purpose."

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Jumping to his feet, Michael went to stand over Raphael.

...Well, it looked more like he was looking into his eyes but that wasn't the point.

"You were the jerk who wouldn't trust me. Who called me a liar. Who denied that we were friends. Who trusted the Fairy Queen. How many more things ya want me to bring up, ya blond bastard?"

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Raphael didn't glance away or pull back, at least for the moment. Whether that would last was... debatable at best. He gnawed his lip, wishing vaguely for a cigarette, but otherwise expressionless as he listened to Michael rail at him.

It stung. Even though he knew it wasn't-- well, wasn't exactly his fault, that didn't change things as much as he would have wanted.

"I was a different person then, all right? I didn't know any better, I didn't remember. I just wanted..." he trailed, looking down. Wanted to curry favor, to look good. Back when all that had mattered to him. "But I shouldn't have treated you like that."

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"So call me the great Michael-sama and I'll forgive you, stupid."

Crossing his arms, Michael stood up as tall as he could get. It still wasn't impressive but that didn't stop him from trying. If nothing else, his pride more than made up for his lack of height. He could pull himself up to look very impressive if he felt like it.

Besides, Raphael was looking down so obviously he was the one who was winning the argument.

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This was embarrassing. Michael hovering over him, determined and demanding and sullen while Raphael just sat there, making half-hearted attempts in his head to weasel his way out of having to agree to his terms. Small as they were in the scheme of things. Raphael's mouth twitched at the thought.

"You promise?"

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Michael stared down at him. Did he promise? Geez...Raphael could be so stupid. How was he smart enough to be the great doctor that he was?

"Of course I do."

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"... Didn't I call you that enough earlier?" was the last-ditch, feeble protest before Raphael finally gave in. He could feel his face was coloring, slightly, but he forced himself to look up at him as he rattled the line off. "... Okay, Amazing Michael-sama. And I'm not repeating myself."

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Just like that a flip switched and Michael was smiling. Probably due to the fact that he'd forgiven Raphael before he even go there but that obviously wasn't the point. Flopping down onto the arm of the furniture, he nudged the blond with his foot.

"Hey. What are ya up to today?"

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As long as he'd been friends with Michael, the quick changes in temperament still surprised Raphael enough to give him a confused look at first. That really was all he'd have to do for things to get back to normal? Raphael suppressed a small grin. Barely. He appreciated that more than Michael probably knew.

"I didn't have any plans to speak of." Not that he spent much time out anyway, but maybe Michael's absence had affected him worse than he'd realized. "Did you?"

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"Nah. I was bored as hell. So I came to make you entertain me."

Which was his language for he'd missed his friend and hated not visiting him. Life was so damned boring without Raphael around. Nudging the taller angel with his foot again, Michael grinned. Just the kind of thing that was sure to light up his face.

"Entertain me!"