That sounded quite like him. Well, the sucking at medical spells part, not the actually managing to help part. Which meant Adam probably really was his friend, which was pretty cool all things considered. "You go on missions," he mused, interested. Maybe if he got in with Adam he could somehow job-hop. "You go on missions and you're scared of jumping off one little roof? Chicken." He would've flapped his arms and made the accompanying noises, but he was pretty sure that might result in him tripping and falling to his death.
"Connections, schnections," Mikey said, carrying on up the last stretch of the stairs. If Adam was a full grown curse hunting guy why hadn't he just learnt to grow his own? "Hey, do you know why I have like, a puffskein army hiding out under my bed?"