Veiwing Rooms: Michi & Karl
Michi was determined to get this man to drop the look of disinterest. The damn bear, Michi would get him riled up. Oh how he could easily imagine how nice it would be for this strong man to pin him somewhere with those arms. But the man pulled away, as if he held no interest.
But he said he would be back. Michi pouted, counting it a failure. Why on earth did he come in if he wasn't really interested. Said so little, gave nothing away. Michi went to a chair to slump into, a pout forming on his lips. Damn, and he had really wanted that one.