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finn looked mika over, brows raised, as the other boy was getting ready to go out on his bike to make some deliveries in the area. he had a couple of small cakes and an assortment of other pastries to deliver carefully to four residencies in the area.

"you look scarier than the grim reaper," the older boy joked, shaking his head a little bit.

this observation made mika roll his eyes, a half-smile playing at one corner of his lips. "do i?" he asked, ignoring the fact that he was dressed in all black, with the hood of his black jacket pulled up and over his hair. there wasn't a day that went by when finn didn't comment on how he looked like the most unapproachable person ever. this was coming from finn, who dressed similarly. it made no sense. neither one of the boys was particularly intimidating in personality. it was all in the way that they dressed - mika, of course, had more of a resting bored or bitch face. finn tried to look friendly, so people could see the golden retriever side of him.

"so what you're saying is that i need to put a fake smile on my face?" asked mika as he arranged his deliveries in such a way on his bike's basket so that he knew they wouldn't get damaged in transit.

finn shook his head, muttering, "nah, it's not that. it's just that you look particularly gloomy today. maybe try and fix your face before you scare any of the customers... especially when you're showing up to their door with their orders. i bet our dads wouldn't want anyone to think their cakes are poisoned by the emo boy.."

that comment caused mika to snort softly. "right, okay," he responded as he climbed onto his bike, leaving it tipped as he rested his weight on one foot.

cocking his head to the side and letting his long black bangs fall over half of his face, mika puffed out his cheeks cutely.

"does this work?" he asked innocently.

finn could only shake his head.