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The amount of pleasure Michaela derived from how quickly Charlotte turned red should have been illegal, but Mickey couldn't even think to feel anything other than glee. Her grin stretched wide and proud, and she knew she was beaming, giggling right along with Jazmyn's boisterous laughter. While Mickey had come in on the latter end of their conversation, she was more than happy to suffuse whatever burgeoning tension that might have been. Michaela understood that there were complexities within this thing that people called life; regardless of how much everyone should live while they're young and such, there were moments where things got a little dark. And perhaps it said something about her lapse in maturity - the fact that Mickey had a tendency to avoid being overtly serious about much of anything - that she seemed unable to reconcile with the idea that her friends could really have an actual issue on their hands. As far as she was concerned, there friend group was probably one of the most unproblematic (and she knew there was someone out there who would argue against that statement to their grave) and resolutely drama-free of them all. Or, at least at Crossroads. There was always something wrong within a group. But Michaela liked to think that disallowed there to be anything particularly damaging to their foundation. They were cemented in being young, careless and dumb with a smidgen of possible protectiveness considering how long they had been a trio. So, she was determined to ignore the fact that there was something consequential. Besides, Charlotte's reaction was enough to have even Mickey not paying attention to their drama.
"Yep, very hypnotizing, chocolate drop," she replied over a new mouthful of pudding, sucking on the spoon rather indecently while giving Jazmyn a very sarcastically indulgent stare. When she released the spoon again, she added, "Still recuperating. As long as me, myself and I get something outta this, y'all can shake on the world ending for all I care." Michaela returned her spoon to her bowl, scooping out half of a crumbled and delicious wafer along with some more of the actual pudding, and would have eagerly taken another bite if her phone had vibrated in her pocket. With the heartbeat sensation against her thigh, Mickey curiously pulled it out as she only had the vibration setting for Facebook notifications and opened the screen to fully read the contents. "Looks like we're playing Assassin this year. Sounds sexy." She tossed a surreptitious glance Charlotte's way and inquired, "Gonna have me at your mercy, babydoll?"