[Mickey and Bucky were never bosom buddies, but he knows Bucky just well enough to think of him as a clean-cut, stand-up kind of guy -- which to a Milkovich isn't always a compliment, but that aside, this dude clearly doesn't fit that particular profile. Bucky's face in someone else's trappings. Like Stephen and Zane, like Gene and Dillon -- he's learned to roll with it by now.
Hell, maybe it's someone he can get along better with. He's gotten enough rest that he's actually not looking too wrecked from the death tolls, but he's taken approximately zero pains to clean himself up since washing all the monster gore off and crashing into bed. His clothes are very obviously slept-in, his hair slept-on. Between that and his general... Mickey-ness, he's looking about as far from clean-cut as it gets.
So he offers the guy a bit of a smile.]
'Ey. I'm Mickey. Welcome to Hell -- get out while you still can, if you can.
Dining Hall
Hell, maybe it's someone he can get along better with. He's gotten enough rest that he's actually not looking too wrecked from the death tolls, but he's taken approximately zero pains to clean himself up since washing all the monster gore off and crashing into bed. His clothes are very obviously slept-in, his hair slept-on. Between that and his general... Mickey-ness, he's looking about as far from clean-cut as it gets.
So he offers the guy a bit of a smile.]
'Ey. I'm Mickey. Welcome to Hell -- get out while you still can, if you can.