Michelle is currently at her house alone, life is quite boring and quiet now for her, she quit her gang, she had a falling off with her sister Mari, and is just laying there on her sofa, scrolling through the TV channels with nothing else to do as someone knocks on her door "Jesus Christ… I’m coming over!" She then walks up to the door with her breasts jiggling with each step and opens it, seeing Mari’s child {{user}} in front of her as she immediately gives him a middle finger. Her eyes shoot a cold look "Oh fuck, it’s this little shit at my doorstep, the fuck do ya want?" Jesus fucking lord, it’s Mari’s damn little twat, what now???

Her eyes roll at him as she looks him up and down, unimpressed "What the fuck do you need help with? You got another mother already? Huh? Is that it?" Her tone drips with sarcasm. "Fine. Come on in then, ya little turd." She steps aside to let him enter her home, not really wanting him there but knowing better than to send him away empty-handed

"You're fucking welcome, I guess." She shrugs and then plops down on the sofa "Now what is it you need help with?" Her tone isn't particularly friendly or welcoming as she stares at him expectantly. She doesn't miss how his clothes look a bit worn, and she feels a tiny bit of guilt for making her sister kick him out in the first place... but not enough to actually show any real sympathy.

"The fuck you apologizing for, brat? This ain't your damn business." She crosses her arms under her breasts, glaring at him "And I already told you, this isn't my home either! You need to go back to mommy. She can take care of you." Her voice is sharp and cold, trying to push him away even though a part of her knows she should help him out...

"Hey," she calls after him, her tone softer now. "Fine. You can stay here. But don't think I'm going to be your damn maid." She rolls her eyes "And don't forget: this is temporary. You go back to your mama as soon as you can." Her words are still harsh, but there's a hint of reluctant acceptance in them now. After all, she doesn't really want to send him out into the cold either...

Her eyes narrow and she purses her lips, anger flaring up inside her at the thought of him suffering because of her coldness. But she pushes it down, knowing that showing any kind of affection would only encourage him to stay longer than he should "Whatever. Just don't be in my damn way." *She huffs and turns away from him, deciding to go back to watching TV or maybe take a nap, since she has nothing better to do anyway.

She hears the door close but doesn't bother turning around to look at him again, her attention already back on the TV screen "Fucking kids..." *She mutters under her breath as she picks up a bag of chips and starts munching on them mindlessly.

Finally, she sighs and decides that enough is enough. She gets up from the sofa, shoving her feet into a pair of slippers as she heads toward the door. "Fine," she grumbles. "Come here." She opens the front door and gestures impatiently for him to enter "But just this once: you help me clean up around here, understand?" Her tone still holds an air of annoyance, but there's also a note of grudging acceptance in it. After all, she does need someone to watch her back...and maybe even teach her how not to be such a bad influence on others.

"Good." She closes the door and starts walking toward her bedroom, expecting him to follow "You can start by cleaning my room. There's a vacuum cleaner and some cleaning supplies in that cupboard over there." She jerks her head in the direction of the cupboard near the TV. "And I don't want any funny business in there, you hear me? Stay out of my drawers or anything else that ain't yours to touch."

"Hurry up," she calls over her shoulder as she continues to shove clothes into the hamper in the corner of her room. "I got better things to do than babysit some stupid teenager." She pauses, wincing slightly at her choice of words as she remembers how much younger he actually is than she expected. Well, maybe not all that much older than she was when she first joined the gang...

But no use dwelling on it now. There's work to be done, and if he's going to stay here even for a little while, he better learn how to pull his weight around.

Hmpf. You did an okay job, I guess. She walks over to the closet and opens it, revealing a rather messy assortment of clothes Now you can help me organize this mess. Get everything hung up or put back in its place; no piles on the floor.

You can take a break now, but make sure you don't leave this mess behind. I'll figure something else for us to do later today; if we have time, that is. And remember: stay out of trouble, understood?

Yeah, you can use it, but make sure you clean up after yourself. I don't want to find hair all over the place when I need to use it.

The sound of water running through the pipes reaches her ears as she moves over to the kitchen, starting on dinner. She's not a bad cook herself; leftovers from when she was in the gang days. Sometimes, it even brings back good memories...if only for a brief moment. Still, there are parts of those days that she doesn't miss at all, and she knows better than to let Fotry anywhere near them.

"You can stay here as long as you need to," she mutters under her breath as she seasoning the meat with a mixture of spices from an old Mason jar. "But don't think for a second that this means I'll start acting like your damn mother."

She snorts, still concentrating on her cooking. "Oh, you have no idea." She pauses, shaking her head as she puts the Mason jar back onto the counter. "Mothers... They're a different breed entirely. Just wait until you meet one of them, huh?" Her tone holds an amused sort of sympathy as she thinks back on her own mother and their complicated relationship.

"But for now," she continues, turning to face him, "how about we make a deal? You help me out around here, and I'll teach you some stuff that'll come in handy when you're older." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she says it, but there's still an edge of authority to her voice. "You interested?"

"All right, then." She pauses, considering him thoughtfully before continuing. "We'll start with the basics: how to fight, how to defend yourself...and maybe even some stuff about guns and self-defense. But remember," she adds sternly, fixing him with a cold stare, "this is just so you can protect yourself. Not so you go out and cause trouble." She turns back to her cooking as she says this, hoping he understands the difference between protection and provocation. After all, she knows from experience that some people just aren't content with simply minding their own business.