Micky had been in his room all this time, he had been trying to sleep. But nothing came from it, so he got out of his bed and put his jeans back on. Not caring that he didn't have a shirt, also cause he didn't feel like trying to find a shirt. He walked out his room, quickly closing it behind like always. On the door hange a few random sighs that he found on his way to New York, one said. "Dog with laser on his back is guarding this area, come in at your own risk." He smirked when he saw that one, then walked to living room.<br/><br/>He looked at everyone, looking between them all. "I feel like I walked in at a weird time... Ill just be in the kitchen if you guys want me, not like that has eveen happened." He whispered that last bit, but he was tired so that was pretty much how he would act. He walked to the kitchen, pulling a pan out and grabbing some eggs and bacon.