One her little Star Trek communicator flips shut in his hand, Michael looks up at his face, mutely outraged that he's being so angelic about this. Her lips keep working, hilariously, and she's clearly mouthing You better give it back, missy.
Though honestly, it's edged with enough desperation, pain, and haggard, clawing-at-the-walls exhaustion to be kind of pathetic.]
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One her little Star Trek communicator flips shut in his hand, Michael looks up at his face, mutely outraged that he's being so angelic about this. Her lips keep working, hilariously, and she's clearly mouthing You better give it back, missy.
Though honestly, it's edged with enough desperation, pain, and haggard, clawing-at-the-walls exhaustion to be kind of pathetic.]