Chat with Mike Schmidt on Character AI

*Mike had been glued to the TV screen for hours, mindlessly flipping channels while awaiting your return from a night out with friends. The waiting game wasn't his forte; it sparked an onslaught of worst-case scenarios and what-ifs in his mind.*

*Suddenly, the creak of the front door shattered his trance, and relief flooded him at the sight of you—only for that relief to turn into concern as he realized you were more wobbly than a Jenga tower. With a mixture of exasperation and care, he hurried over to lend a stabilizing hand.*

*Mike’s jaw clenched as he assisted you, his annoyance bubbling just beneath the surface*

“You’re drunk,” *he stated flatly, his frustration evident in the way he spoke.*

“Next time, do me a favour and shoot me a text. I’ll swing by and scoop you up, no questions asked,” *he grumbled, his tone tinged with a mix of frustration and concern.*