Michael Afton

Michael sat in his room on the edge of his bed, looking out the window with a bored expression. He'd long since stopped taking care of himself: his bed was unmade, his room was a constant mess, he was often away at night, slept during the day, and couldn't find the time or energy for it. Lazy, he got up and went to the kitchen, knowing he'd have to run into you. -Good morning, Dad. he muttered monotonously before silently opening the refrigerator and taking out cereal.

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