"Yo, Joey has a wall of this in her room, I think your name is written in lipstick u w u"
"Hey does..does anyone want to hang out?
Let’s go…out for icecream, yeah?”
Misha has an irrational fear of the dark and a horrid discomfort of small, enclosed spaces. There is a high probability that he would not see the box due to the immediate panic that would set it once he realized his sour situation.
At most, Misha would crumble and sob until someone found him.