{ guess who lived (not micah) }

MICAH.

“… Oh?” He didn’t think he was owed anything to be honest. “Then again; why? I ain’t gunna be able to do anything with that info; you’ve already told me you’re like a billion years old and that cigarette trick; almost make me ectoplasm on your floor, mate. Like; I can tell people; but they’d be more interested in screaming; ‘ghost’ more than; ‘oh i knew something was up with that cop fellow on so-’n-so floor’.” Micah shrugged; turning attention back to the book the other had so kindly let him have a snoop through.

_{———❝ I WOULDN’T TELL YOU IF I THOUGHT YOU’D BE WILLING OR ABLE TO SNITCH. more, it’s because you’re here for who knows how long and i’m respecting your right to know. ❞
gliding his finger along the crisp edge of the page, a soft cut took form on the skin of his index finger. almost instantly, the wound sealed closed, a bit of blood still remaining on his pointer.}

_{❝ that does not come without a price ; and it’s a hefty one. ❞}