Micah returned to his seat slowly, dragging his feet like they weighed a ton. He slumped into the chair next to Darcy, arms stretched out beside himself like overcooked noodles. He stared blankly at the ceiling, lifeless.
Darcy cracked open one eye, barely lifting his head from where he had been lounging with his arms behind it. "What happened?" he asked, blinking lazily. "Why are you so down?"
Micah puffed a little air, eyes blank. "We are imprisoned here. I knew I shouldn't have come. Archie's team is just… trouble. Even their fans are maniacs! Seriously, do they not have anything better to do than scream and block the door?"
Darcy turned his head more fully now, raising an eyebrow. "So why did you come?" he asked, voice calm but with a little smirk forming. "Wasn't it because you wanted to kill that rumour going around? Huh? What happened to that? And now you are hiding instead?"
