I found Michi in the rec room, hovering by the DVD cabinet. He looked like he was going through the movie collection again… When I’d looked at them earlier, I hadn’t seen any titles I recognized, but my family also just doesn’t watch a lot of movies.
The blue-haired boy with the butterfly wings, however, spun around to face me with a DVD in hand.
Alright, Tim, are you ready for the good shit?
Huh? Did you find something?
I’m telling you, man, this movie is a diamond in the rough.
He flipped the case around in his hand like a magician asking me to pick a card. Kiara the Brave? I, uh, had my doubts about the quality of the animation from its cover, but if Michi liked it so much, I’d give him the benefit of the doubt.
He popped the disc into the player and flopped onto the couch with a capricious grin– that should’ve been a massive red flag, but alas, I am a naive and non-confrontational soul. So I sat down next to him, not knowing the horrors that lay in store for me…
I lasted about 20 minutes trying to figure out what on earth Michi saw in this movie– but the rapping dragons were the last straw. I grabbed the remote and paused the TV.
Michi… what the hell is this?
I don’t know what do you think it is?
I-I don’t know?! I tried to give it a fair chance since you said you liked it so much, but it’s– it’s so bad! I–
I was interrupted by an ugly snort-laugh.
Oh my god! Did you really think I– Kahahahahahaha!
Michi fell over on the couch, practically crying with laughter. I still wasn’t really sure what was so funny…
Man, it’s not even fun to prank someone this gullible! Now I feel bad…
I’m right here, you know– wait that was a prank??
Uh… yeah? Did you think my taste in movies was really that shit? That’s like, borderline offensive, man.
What else was I supposed to think?! I barely even know you!
That’s fair. None of us really know much about any of us, huh?
R-right, that’s what I’m trying to change! So um! Why don’t you tell me about yourself? Instead of, um…
I glanced briefly at the grotesque cartoon on the screen, then shifted around on the couch to face him.
But don’t you wanna find out if the gay lizards get their ass whipped by Mr. Not-The-Father for letting the gremlin child escape to wizard school?
I can live without that knowledge! So, you’re the, um, ch-chainsaw artist, right?
Yuh. Should I not be?
Well it’s just, your… get-up, there. With the little fairy wings and the tutu…
It’s all part of the schtick. What about it?
Why do you need a costume for sculpting…?