"Calviiiiiiiin," Micah whines, purposefully annoying. "Don't do this to meeeeeeeee." Regardless, he flops down on his bed, trying to look pathetic even though he knows full well that Calvin is immune to emotional displays. He pushes his bangs out of his face with one hand. (Maybe he should comb his hair too? Nah.)

Micah rests his chin on his folded arms, just watching Calvin. "You look fine," he offers, one last ditch effort. "Very handsome. Even Todd will be distracted from churros and princesses to check you out."