Obviously. *max walked into the mess hall. A couple other campers were doing something but he didn’t pay much mind to them*
*Carlos went to the kitchen and opened the door for Max*
Thanks. *he walked into the kitchen and tried to hop on the counter*
*Carlos offered Max his hand to grab or step on to get onto the counter*
*max looked at Carlos’s hand before looking back at the counter* I don’t need help, thanks. *he managed to climb up on the counter, opening one of the cabinets before shutting it quickly, muttering something*
*looks at Max but looks into another cupboard.* Did you say something?
There’s mother fuckin’ tupperware just balanced in there. The shit’s gonna fall.
*looks at Max again* Hey, watch your mouth. Who runs this place? Haven’t they heard of ‘nesting’?
Carlos bit his lip to keep from smiling too goofily. “I… thanks, Hancock. So are you. I wanted to make sure I got you something cool, that nobody else had… well, other than me, I guess. Something that you’d really appreciate. And you like playing the games, so… yeah.” He knew he was babbling a bit, but he couldn’t help it. He was just so relieved and happy that Hancock liked the present. He was honestly a little worried that Hancock’s not growing up with a holiday spirit would damper it. But it seemed like everything was alright.
“I do appreciate it, sunshine.” He purred and leaned in to press a kiss to Carlos’ cheek. It was still a little weird to him to be celebrating….. well anything, honestly, but Carlos’ cheer certainly helped and there was no way in hell the ghoul was going to do something to screw this all up. “Is–– I’m sorry, but is this…. what the holiday is normally like? I always thought it was more uh…. over the top, I like this better.”
Carlos shrugged slightly. “Well… honestly, I’m not sure. I know that pre-war it was everywhere and there were huge celebrations about it, but I lived in a vault. We did have a vault-wide party sometimes, unless food was short. But, uh… my dad always told us that it was family that was important. And… making sure that we appreciated each other.” He laughed softly. “God, that sounds so corny…”
Obviously. *max walked into the mess hall. A couple other campers were doing something but he didn’t pay much mind to them*
*Carlos went to the kitchen and opened the door for Max*
Thanks. *he walked into the kitchen and tried to hop on the counter*
*Carlos offered Max his hand to grab or step on to get onto the counter*
*max looked at Carlos’s hand before looking back at the counter* I don’t need help, thanks. *he managed to climb up on the counter, opening one of the cabinets before shutting it quickly, muttering something*
*looks at Max but looks into another cupboard.* Did you say something?
I don’t think we should use anything that the Quartermaster has. We’ll see if there’s a funnel or something while we’re out.
One chicken bear and suddenly he’s unreliable? wow okay.
I get the feeling there’s more than just the chicken-bear going on with that guy, Max.
Like a chicken moose or something?
I…. maybe? I don’t know. But what sort of person makes a teddy bear out of raw chicken?
Quartermaster.
I was thinking more someone who might have violent tendencies toward animals. Who the Quartermaster seems to be exhibiting…
So a phycopath? I knew that he was a phycopath the first time I went off with him. He straight up stabbed a fucking squirrel, dude!
He what?? First of all, not cool in front of children! But Max, even if we’re sure he is a psychopath, we can’t just say so without actual knowledge of a diagnosis. It’s not politically correct to say so.
Again, this brings me to why I don’t want to ask him for anything.
To be fair he has a hook hand. And he probably does have a funnel. It’s probably just… gross.
Having a hook hand doesn’t make you a horrible person, Max. Stabbing a squirrel in front of a child does.
C’mon… let’s look in the kitchen.
*max looked genuinely frusterated* I don’t think you’re getting what I’m saying. *he shoved his hands in his pockets* sure, whatever. Let’s go.
*Carlos looked at Max* Hey… you okay? Did I say something wrong?
I’m fine. *he started walking to the mess hall* we gonna do this or not?
I don’t think we should use anything that the Quartermaster has. We’ll see if there’s a funnel or something while we’re out.
One chicken bear and suddenly he’s unreliable? wow okay.
I get the feeling there’s more than just the chicken-bear going on with that guy, Max.
Like a chicken moose or something?
I…. maybe? I don’t know. But what sort of person makes a teddy bear out of raw chicken?
Quartermaster.
I was thinking more someone who might have violent tendencies toward animals. Who the Quartermaster seems to be exhibiting…
So a phycopath? I knew that he was a phycopath the first time I went off with him. He straight up stabbed a fucking squirrel, dude!
He what?? First of all, not cool in front of children! But Max, even if we’re sure he is a psychopath, we can’t just say so without actual knowledge of a diagnosis. It’s not politically correct to say so.
Again, this brings me to why I don’t want to ask him for anything.
To be fair he has a hook hand. And he probably does have a funnel. It’s probably just… gross.
Having a hook hand doesn’t make you a horrible person, Max. Stabbing a squirrel in front of a child does.
C’mon… let’s look in the kitchen.
*max looked genuinely frusterated* I don’t think you’re getting what I’m saying. *he shoved his hands in his pockets* sure, whatever. Let’s go.
*Carlos looked at Max* Hey… you okay? Did I say something wrong?
I don’t think we should use anything that the Quartermaster has. We’ll see if there’s a funnel or something while we’re out.
One chicken bear and suddenly he’s unreliable? wow okay.
I get the feeling there’s more than just the chicken-bear going on with that guy, Max.
Like a chicken moose or something?
I…. maybe? I don’t know. But what sort of person makes a teddy bear out of raw chicken?
Quartermaster.
I was thinking more someone who might have violent tendencies toward animals. Who the Quartermaster seems to be exhibiting…
So a phycopath? I knew that he was a phycopath the first time I went off with him. He straight up stabbed a fucking squirrel, dude!
He what?? First of all, not cool in front of children! But Max, even if we’re sure he is a psychopath, we can’t just say so without actual knowledge of a diagnosis. It’s not politically correct to say so.
Again, this brings me to why I don’t want to ask him for anything.
To be fair he has a hook hand. And he probably does have a funnel. It’s probably just… gross.
Having a hook hand doesn’t make you a horrible person, Max. Stabbing a squirrel in front of a child does.
I don’t think we should use anything that the Quartermaster has. We’ll see if there’s a funnel or something while we’re out.
One chicken bear and suddenly he’s unreliable? wow okay.
I get the feeling there’s more than just the chicken-bear going on with that guy, Max.
Like a chicken moose or something?
I…. maybe? I don’t know. But what sort of person makes a teddy bear out of raw chicken?
Quartermaster.
I was thinking more someone who might have violent tendencies toward animals. Who the Quartermaster seems to be exhibiting…
So a phycopath? I knew that he was a phycopath the first time I went off with him. He straight up stabbed a fucking squirrel, dude!
He what?? First of all, not cool in front of children! But Max, even if we’re sure he is a psychopath, we can’t just say so without actual knowledge of a diagnosis. It’s not politically correct to say so.
Again, this brings me to why I don’t want to ask him for anything.
The Perfect Scientist 