Before I kick this new chapter off I'd just like to give a quick run-down of the ink colors of the team for people that are curious.
Michael – Dark Blue
Angela – Green
Randy – Red-Orange
Shelly – Mint
With that, let's continue the story.
"Good morning."
Michael was greeted into the new day by the sight of his new friend Shelly, looming over him. With the same blank face that she always seemed to have.
Michael sat up and looked over to Shelly. She was sitting on her knees in the same place she had gone to sleep the night before, with her hands resting neatly on the top of her lap.
"You know Shelly," Michael took a moment to yawn "when I said that you could stay in my bed for the rest of the night I was kind of expecting you to go back to your own bed. Not actually take up my offer."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because, well… It's kind of weird for you to be sleeping with me in my bed, y'know?"
Shelly shrugged her shoulders.
"Okay whatever, it's morning now so it doesn't matter."
Michael jumped off the bed, with Shelly following.
"I'm going to go get dressed."
Shelly left the room with her clothes. Michael didn't exactly have any sleeping clothes, he would always just sleep in whatever he was wearing. He left the room and went to the living room, where Randy was sitting on the couch watching a news station on the TV.
"Hey Randy."
Randy turned his head back to look at Michael "Yo."
Michael sat on the other side of the couch, the newscaster was reporting on something to do with a prison break, Michael wasn't exactly listening as Randy started to talk to him.
"So man, I was thinking, y'know how you only got that Splattershot right now? I was wondering what kind of weapon you'd use once you got the money and experience for it."
"Iunno, probably just a different shooter. I don't really have much experience with these weapons."
"Well I do. We could go somewhere like a shooting range to test out some weapon types for you sometime. When Sheldon allows you to actually use them, that is."
"Why wouldn't he?"
"Don't you know? Sheldon doesn't let new guys use weapons he deems 'too advanced' for them."
"He does? That's kind of… weird."
"Yeah, well, probably just following some sort of code for weapon selling."
"Well either way, that sounds cool. I'll take you up on that offer."
"Nice, a bit more battling and you'll be ready."
"…resulting in 2 dead and 13 injured."
The voice of reporter from the TV only just caught the attention of the two.
"…Should we have been listening to that?"
"Probably."
Shelly and Angela came in from their respective rooms, with Shelly fully prepared for the day and Angela looking like she had just woken up.
"Morning." Angela didn't even sound like she was fully awake.
"Angela's not really a morning person. I've seen her go through four cups of coffee and still be tired." Randy off-handedly mentioned to Michael, just out of Angela's hearing range. "Trust me you do not want to wake her up in the middle of the night. Shelly and I will pray for your life if you do by accident."
Michael watched Angela go into the kitchen and prepared a cup of coffee. He almost had to double take when she poured an energy drink into the coffee and nearly drank half the cup in one go.
"Angela's got some… weird tastes. Even I'm not sure what she's thinking when it comes to food sometimes." Randy said, obviously taking notice to Michael's confusion.
"Point taken."
Angela sat down between Randy and Michael with her drink in her hand. Shelly followed suit and sat next to Michael.
"So Mikey, whaddya think of the house?" Angela asked
"Oh, it's pretty nice. You said you bought this with your money from Turf Wars?"
"Mhm. Was a group effort though, took a while to pay for it. Me 'n' Randy were living in a crummy apartment when Shelly showed up. Barely had any room for the three of us. Randy remembers it well."
Michael looked past Angela to Randy, who had a horrified look on his face.
"…Why was there a bees' nest in the couch?" Randy said to himself in the same voice a shell-shocked soldier of a deadly war would use.
"Took at least a week to get that thing out. Couch was nothin' but a bunch of stuffing after how much we had to cut it up. On the bright side we've got enough honey to last us a lifetime." Angela walked towards a cupboard in the kitchen and opened it to reveal the shelves were stuffed to the brim with jars of honey.
"…Anyways, Me 'n' Randy were planning to go shopping today. Just wonderin' if you'd like to come with us, Mikey."
"Oh, sure. I'm cool with that."
"Cool. You wanna come with, Shell?"
"No thanks. I'm expecting a package to get delivered."
"Alright. I was plannin' to leave at like, noon. Feel free to do whatever until then." Angela said to Michael and Randy before leaving to her room.