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michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg,

Michael loved to tell stories and battle wounds usually gave the best stories to tell. Unfortunately he did not have a battle wound this go round even though he'd love to say that this was how he'd got the injured hand, he was never very skilled at lying to his two best friends. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, more that he just didn't want to so if he ever even attempted it, it was always half-hearted and with the knowledge that they were going to see right through it anyhow. So Michael really had no intentions of lying to Anthony about this now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't attempt to downplay it like he did most things.

"What, this old thing? I've had it for ages," he said, like he was talking about a piece of clothing. "Besides, you should see the other bloke, he looks much worse!" Which alright, he should probably not be joking about punching people seeing as he really had just punched someone not that long ago so saying that might be actually kind of believable. He sighed and finally said, "I may have exchanged a few words last night...with the walls of my flat."