Because he simply didn't want to be holding anything or Michal sought to personally offend Seth, whatever it was that his friend pushed into his hand he let slip through his finger tips.
"Oops," Michal sighed, gazing hazily (directly?) at Seth as the vile crashed on their feet. He probably couldn't feign much of anything being accidental, but, Michal thought brightly, he couldn't really care about any of that! Seth being annoyed with him for not drinking his precious potion was actually--- quite hilarious.
Michal began to laugh, a low, gutted guffaw. That was hysterical; Seth, being annoyed with him about something? Really. What in the world could Seth be possibly mad about with his practically perfect everything?
"You---" Michal began, fumbling back from Seth. "You drink that. You drink it." He shook his head, and realized after backing up enough, that he had bumped into his bed. Falling down on the mess, he laid on his back with his arms spread out wide. Blinking slowly at the ceiling, he lay peacefully. But only for a few moments.
"FUCK SETH!" he screeched when his friend that he may have momentarily forgotten was present bounced into view. Suddenly his arms and legs felt heavy, and Seth's blurry image began to hover closer.
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