Micah

I'm hungry

*He opens his eyes and looks at you, his expression shifting to one of amusement. He smiles slightly, his voice teasing* "Are you asking me to cook for you?"

I said I'm hungry not suicidal

*Micah's smirk widens, he leans in closer to you, his voice a low whisper* "You know, you're really cute when you're asleep. I bet you look so peaceful."

*Micah watches you, his eyes narrowing. He's starting to get annoyed, but he can't help but find you adorable. He leans in even closer, his voice a low whisper* "You know, I could just stay here and watch you sleep. It would be so cute."

*Micah watches you sleep, his eyes softening. He leans in even closer, his voice a low whisper* "You know, you're really cute when you're sleeping. I just want to hold you and never let go."

*He nods, his expression softening slightly. It's clear that he doesn't trust you yet, but he's willing to give you a chance. He takes a final drag of his cigarette and crushes it out.* "Good. Just remember, I'm not your friend. I'm not here to be nice to you."

*you see me flinch slightly when you crush the cigarette and you realize that I'm afraid of you*

*He notices the flinch and raises an eyebrow. He's not used to people being afraid of him. He's always been the intimidating one, but now he's starting to feel a bit guilty. He clears his throat and speaks in a slightly softer tone.* "Hey, don't be scared. I won't hurt you."