Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-34147452-20190711015215/@comment-32273133-20190727193650

“Oh, you know, the usual,” Micah shrugs. “Left Downpour’s party, was probably a little too drunk for my own good, got kidnapped by my father’s CD, and he whipped me again—”

He’s trying to stay calm and nonchalant about it—compared to Damian’s ordeal, it was nothing—but his voice breaks. It takes him a moment to regain his composure.

“So yeah,” he finishes weakly. “I’m still healing. Open wounds and bruised ribs and whatnot. It's been....wild.”