Micky looked at Mack, he sighed and rolled his eyes when she blocked his way. All he was trying todo was to go to his room, he knew that Damion and Arthur had forgotten about him some time ago. So he didn't see no point in staying, but he didn't make any move to try and get past Mack. He just looked at her as she told him off.<br/><br/>"Yea yea, I get it. Don't bring people we don't know here, but what I ment todo? He would of probably followed me here. So I thought if I brought him I could at least keep a eye on him and shoot him if I need to, but you know. Your way is good too." He said with light tone, taking most of this as some kind of bad joke or some. "Also I'm pretty I got you some money from smashing those windows, puls it fun." He smirked a bit, his pointer finger and thumb started to slide across his jeans. Meaning he was starting to feel stress, he really wanted to leave, but he also didn't want to get punched. Micky looked down to see what Mack was holding, it was his drawing of a chines dragon. He quickly grabbed it and put it back in his book, then looked back at Mack. "Yea, the last guy who told me that is dead."<br/><br/>Micky pressed the book closer to his side as he started to move his two fingers faster, his mind suddenly started to race. Thinking of the different things he could steal or break, thinking of how far he would get in a joy ride before the cops cought up to him. There was the blank look on his face again, his A.D.D acting up and making him lose focus ok what was at hand. But it wasn't hard to bring him back, a quick shove or calling his name usually worked.