WHO: Misha and Michael WHEN: Week Three, Tuesday, 5:30pm WHERE: Misha's home WHAT: Confrontation RATING: TBD, likely some language and aggression STATUS: Closed/In-progress
Misha had known that the moment was coming, long before he had recieved Michael's message. The Meru household had been a well run one, and with as many siblings as they had, they had always been encouraged to work out their issues. It had never been something Misha had really liked. He preferred to let his problems simmer under the surface, and then run them off at the next full moon. Maybe that was why Michael was the one to contact him, instead of the other way around. Perhaps flying off rage wasn't quite as satisfactory.
The first thing Misha had done was to grab a quick snack out of the fridge. He always felt better with a little something in his stomach, and it was getting near his supper time. He could cook for himself just fine, but it was starting to weigh on him, not having a slave around. A man had needs after all, and those needs aside, he also needed someone to make his meals. He was just downing the last bite of a cold turkey sandwich, when he heard the doorbell ring through the large foyer of his home.