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twenty three

Pukas: hello it's me

Mia: sup Adele ma homie

Pukas: I'm texting you from the toilet rn

Mia: im glad you decided to share that detail with me

Mia: I really couldn't have gone the whole day without knowing that

Pukas: will that stop you from talking to me?

Mia: shut up, you're incredibly lame

Pukas: is that your way of flirting back?

Pukas: because I love it

Mia: you're lame, lukeypoo

Pukas: aw I love it when you call me lukeypoo, miapoo. 😁

Mia: Jesus Christ.

Mia: why do you sound so awfully happy today?

Pukas: bc I am happy

Mia: yeah I get that.. but why?

Pukas: can't tell

Mia: are you serious -.-

Mia: are you sirius

Mia: I dislike suspense a lot

Mia: I dislike you a lot more than I dislike broken granola bars

Mia: hello?

Mia: did you fall into the toilet.. I hope not.

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"Who you texting?"

Mia jumps out of reflex, being quick at rolling her shoulders coolly, to cover the fact that she was startled. She side–glances at Michael's head which was peeking over her shoulder.

"Um, just a friend of mine," She replies, her hand with which she held her phone, waving around a bit.

Michael could catch a glimpse of the screen, his eyebrows lightly scrunched together as he asks, "Puke-ass?"

"It's supposed to be rhyming with Lucas," Mia bends over, laughter leaving her lips in between the words she spoke. Michael chuckles along, the light confusion still evident on his face and she knew why. "Not your Lucas, he's someone else."

Michael's mouth shapes into an ‘o’ as he begins laughing, "Yeah, I was like, what."

It was hard not to notice how Michael had two talking voices: he'd whisper and mumble things, and no one would decipher his gibberish or he'd speak incredibly loud, to the point where he'd yell out of excitement. There was literally no in-between.

"Speaking of Luke, where is he?" Mia only then spins around to notice the outfit which Michael had changed into. As always, black jeans tightly hug his legs. He changed into a blue-black flannel that almost matched his hair.

"He's gone to the toilets, he should be out by now." Michael comments, looking around the set. Mia's eyebrows shoot up at that, even though it totally sounded preposterous, her mind compared her Luke to the one across the set from her. "There's the giraffe."