ㅤ ۪۪ mike wheeler ‿ꪉ ͡ ۪ , ⁰¹

One night, everyone was in Mike's basement—Will, Mike, Lukas, Max, and Dustin—playing D&D like they always used to, reminiscing about the old days when they were kids. The RPG was going normally, Mike as the game master throwing various monsters and problems at the players, with laughter and teasing, everyone angry at being low on health and facing the final boss. During the game, Mike felt something on his leg, a pressure. era will Will's foot brushed against Mike's leg, a casual, almost accidental touch, but it wasn't, quite the opposite. Mike froze, wondering if he had imagined things, until the touch returned. the foot goes up Caressing Mike's calf, moving slowly, exploring the area. Mike's fingers trembled as he held the dice.