Had Michal noticed Charlie's arrival in time, he would have stuck his foot out to ensure a tumbling Spinnet into the bar top. But, alas, all he found himself able of doing was aid Seth in glowering at the younger Keeper until he turned away to mind his own bloody business. One World Cup win and he thought himself the king of the world. Michal rolled his eyes.
And then, Michal rolled his eyes again, this time at Seth.
"Yeah, well---" Michal began, but found that he wasn't sure what to respond with. He could tell Seth that was a dramatic assumption, neither choice proving to be true. Or, he supposed, he could tell the truth about his looming thoughts, but that didn't... that felt too difficult to state so openly. What other option did that leave? Stalking off? Michal's brow darkened as he thought he didn't... while the easiest option, that wouldn't get his best friend back, would it? And, why bother to fight and grasp for something that he knew was soon coming to an end?
Visibly torn, Michal sought for something, anything to respond with. "Well," he tried again, letting his shoulders raise up to his neck. He extended his palms up toward the sky. "Well---" His nose scrunched and Michal pressed his lips together in a bothered manner. "You're supposed to think---"
Unceremoniously, Michal stood up. His face twisted as he tried to, very desperately, piece together some kind of fleeting words. But, nothing came to him, and Michal found himself blabbering much more than he liked. "You can't get married!" he let out finally, throwing his hands up in defeat. "It was awful last time and everyone hated you!" Michal blurted.
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