*suspicious gaze* What’s in ‘em?
i dunno, i figured we could open together!
Where did you find them, Max? *suspicion continues*
i found this one under the couch and i found this one in a bush! i wanna find more
Uh…let’s open them and see if we should go looking for more. They… might not be worth it, if… if you get my meaning.
*suspicious gaze* What’s in ‘em?
i dunno, i figured we could open together!
Where did you find them, Max? *suspicion continues*
No- I don’t think- I don’t know.
Well…. if it is, let me know, okay?
*peeks into the pot* The ice is melted. Wanna feel the water? See if it’s cool enough?
*Max stuck his hand in the water before grabbing three(3) more ice cubes and tossing them in* almost.
Alright. *Carlos grabs an ice cube out of the pitcher and pops it in his mouth, crunching it with his teeth.*
Have you ever tried the hairspray lighter thing? *max took one of the ice cubes and put it in his mouth*
Yes, and it is very dangerous. I suggest, before doing that, you find a nice open space away from anything flammable. *how can one be noisy eating ice? Who knows, but Carlos is noisy*
Well that’s damn impossible since this is the middle of the forrest almost.
Well, then wait until you can find a nice parking lot to do it in. With adult supervision.
That’s not as fun..
… You could set up a tower of paper cups to hit with the flames?
*max shrugged* maybe.
Come on, it’d be absolutely fun and amazing. Ooh, you could make the cups Styrofoam instead. They melt in a very interesting way.
‘Can put jolly ranchers or something in the cups,
Ooh, that’d be fun. Or Starbursts. Yeah, just… make something that’ll melt really pretty. And safely.
Yeah, or paint or something. Did you know in an emergancy a crayon will burn for like, 30 minutes?
No joke? How long will it burn when it’s not an emergency?
…yes.
*snorts* I’m kidding with you, Max. Heh, get it? Kid-ding?
*Max looked Carlos dead in the eye and points to the doors of the mess hall* Get out.
*Just grins widely* Sorry bud – I can’t. We’re conducting a science experiment, remember?
*Max just rolls his eyes, sticking his hand in the water and dropping the pod in* Timer.
*smirks and starts the timer* You think it’s cooled down enough, huh?
Duh. Or I wouldn’t’ve put the pod in.
You didn’t even touch-test the water, Max. *tries to keep his smile from getting wider*
Yeah I did. I know what I’m doing.
Really? I didn’t see that. Sorry – must’ve been too into my own humor.
No- I don’t think- I don’t know.
Well…. if it is, let me know, okay?
*peeks into the pot* The ice is melted. Wanna feel the water? See if it’s cool enough?
*Max stuck his hand in the water before grabbing three(3) more ice cubes and tossing them in* almost.
Alright. *Carlos grabs an ice cube out of the pitcher and pops it in his mouth, crunching it with his teeth.*
Have you ever tried the hairspray lighter thing? *max took one of the ice cubes and put it in his mouth*
Yes, and it is very dangerous. I suggest, before doing that, you find a nice open space away from anything flammable. *how can one be noisy eating ice? Who knows, but Carlos is noisy*
Well that’s damn impossible since this is the middle of the forrest almost.
Well, then wait until you can find a nice parking lot to do it in. With adult supervision.
That’s not as fun..
… You could set up a tower of paper cups to hit with the flames?
*max shrugged* maybe.
Come on, it’d be absolutely fun and amazing. Ooh, you could make the cups Styrofoam instead. They melt in a very interesting way.
‘Can put jolly ranchers or something in the cups,
Ooh, that’d be fun. Or Starbursts. Yeah, just… make something that’ll melt really pretty. And safely.
Yeah, or paint or something. Did you know in an emergancy a crayon will burn for like, 30 minutes?
No joke? How long will it burn when it’s not an emergency?
…yes.
*snorts* I’m kidding with you, Max. Heh, get it? Kid-ding?
*Max looked Carlos dead in the eye and points to the doors of the mess hall* Get out.
*Just grins widely* Sorry bud – I can’t. We’re conducting a science experiment, remember?
*Max just rolls his eyes, sticking his hand in the water and dropping the pod in* Timer.
*smirks and starts the timer* You think it’s cooled down enough, huh?
Duh. Or I wouldn’t’ve put the pod in.
You didn’t even touch-test the water, Max. *tries to keep his smile from getting wider*
*Iooks at @dedmaxsearchhistory. Not judging or anything – he just wants to see what Max has to say about that.*
((due to annoying-ass circumstances I wasn’t able to respond to this right away, so the timing is kind of weird. Sorry
*he goes to say something but stops* …. yeah, i have no good explaination for this, uhhh….
As in…? Do you have bullets or not?
yyyes…?
And… do you have a gun for these bullets, Max?
*awkward glance away* y-yyyes…
*sighes* Max… it’s very dangerous for you to have a weapon like that. Where is it right now?
i-i know it is, but i know how to use and handle it..! and i-i don’t really remember when it is..
Max… you tell me you know how to handle it, but you don’t know where it is. That’s not handling it well at all. I want you to realize that.
i mean i know how to handle it when i actually have it! but Reid keeps taking it and hiding it..
I wonder why, Max. *he sighs again* Max… you must understand that a gun is really only good for one thing – shooting and killing something. Target shooting could be fun, yeah, but guns were made for hunting and war. It’s something that a kid should not have unsupervised operation of.
i
kindaknow..! i just-.. *he sighed and frowned, shoving his hand in his pockets and looking away* i-i’m sorry.. y-you’re right…*nods* Thank you, Max. As soon as you know where that gun is, you get me, okay? For now… can you give me the ammunition?
…. *he pulls that box of ammo out of his pocket and hands it over.. the box feels abit light*
*Carlos opened the box and looked at the ammunition. He realized that some of the slots were empty.* Is there any more, Max?
.. no, that’s all i woke with *he glanced away, still frowning*
*Carlos frowns at this* You sure, Max? You absolutely sure? Is there any in the gun itself?
yeah, but i don’t know where the gun is..
Where’s Reid? We’ll ask him and I’ll get the gun locked up.
uhhh… he’s not… he shouldn’t be around people for abit…
… Uh, Max? Is this more reason that I should get the gun locked away? Because It’s starting to sound like it. Do you know what I mean?
no, Reid may be insane, but he rarely shoots people.. where do you even get a gun locked up? is there a gun prison or something?
‘Rarely’?? Max, that’s very concerning! And I’m not going to tell you where I intend to lock the gun up – I don’t want you trying to look for it.
don’t worry, he only shoots bad people!
and Anthony once-and i don’t really care where it is but i keep picturing gun prison and i want to know it’s actually like that or not!Max, that still doesn’t help me.
And people usually have a locker – like a big heavy safe – for their guns and ammo. Okay?
oh.. well i guess that’s better the mental image of cop guns… plus, you’re not a bad person so Reid will have no reason to shoot you!
… He would consider shooting me?
only if you act mean or attack him.. or swear but that gets a different reaction…
….
Okay, just… Oh my god… what the hell, Max?
i have asking myself that since day one here and i’ve gotten more questions then answers
Let’s just… let’s go get that gun and get it out of your reach. Okay?
*shrugs* alright, best place to start looking would be Reids room, it’s usually there. if not, then there’s a small chance it’s in his bunker
Should we… let Reid know what I intend to do? *there might be SOME reasoning with him, Carlos thinks*
*Iooks at @dedmaxsearchhistory. Not judging or anything – he just wants to see what Max has to say about that.*
((due to annoying-ass circumstances I wasn’t able to respond to this right away, so the timing is kind of weird. Sorry
*he goes to say something but stops* …. yeah, i have no good explaination for this, uhhh….
As in…? Do you have bullets or not?
yyyes…?
And… do you have a gun for these bullets, Max?
*awkward glance away* y-yyyes…
*sighes* Max… it’s very dangerous for you to have a weapon like that. Where is it right now?
i-i know it is, but i know how to use and handle it..! and i-i don’t really remember when it is..
Max… you tell me you know how to handle it, but you don’t know where it is. That’s not handling it well at all. I want you to realize that.
i mean i know how to handle it when i actually have it! but Reid keeps taking it and hiding it..
I wonder why, Max. *he sighs again* Max… you must understand that a gun is really only good for one thing – shooting and killing something. Target shooting could be fun, yeah, but guns were made for hunting and war. It’s something that a kid should not have unsupervised operation of.
i
kindaknow..! i just-.. *he sighed and frowned, shoving his hand in his pockets and looking away* i-i’m sorry.. y-you’re right…*nods* Thank you, Max. As soon as you know where that gun is, you get me, okay? For now… can you give me the ammunition?
…. *he pulls that box of ammo out of his pocket and hands it over.. the box feels abit light*
*Carlos opened the box and looked at the ammunition. He realized that some of the slots were empty.* Is there any more, Max?
.. no, that’s all i woke with *he glanced away, still frowning*
*Carlos frowns at this* You sure, Max? You absolutely sure? Is there any in the gun itself?
yeah, but i don’t know where the gun is..
Where’s Reid? We’ll ask him and I’ll get the gun locked up.
uhhh… he’s not… he shouldn’t be around people for abit…
… Uh, Max? Is this more reason that I should get the gun locked away? Because It’s starting to sound like it. Do you know what I mean?
no, Reid may be insane, but he rarely shoots people.. where do you even get a gun locked up? is there a gun prison or something?
‘Rarely’?? Max, that’s very concerning! And I’m not going to tell you where I intend to lock the gun up – I don’t want you trying to look for it.
don’t worry, he only shoots bad people!
and Anthony once-and i don’t really care where it is but i keep picturing gun prison and i want to know it’s actually like that or not!Max, that still doesn’t help me.
And people usually have a locker – like a big heavy safe – for their guns and ammo. Okay?
oh.. well i guess that’s better the mental image of cop guns… plus, you’re not a bad person so Reid will have no reason to shoot you!
… He would consider shooting me?
only if you act mean or attack him.. or swear but that gets a different reaction…
….
Okay, just… Oh my god… what the hell, Max?
i have asking myself that since day one here and i’ve gotten more questions then answers
Let’s just… let’s go get that gun and get it out of your reach. Okay?
Carlos smiled at him, very eager to show Hancock his present. Without thinking much about it he took hooked his arm around Hancock’s and gently tugged him toward the door.
“I really think you’re going to like it,” Carlos told him. “I spent quite a while finding the right hardware for it and it took me just as long making sure everything worked just right.”
A light chuckle escaped as Carlos took his arm and Hancock happily fell into step beside him, unaffected by the thought that anyone might see them that way, they’d been together long enough by this point that everyone would already know, anyway.
“You definitely got me interested, sweetheart. Can I ask anything about it? Or are ya just gonna keep hypin’ me up until we get there?”
Carlos looked at him, an excited light in his eyes. “You can
ask,” he confirmed. “But I can’t guarantee I’ll tell you much. It’s just down
the alley after all so we’ll get to it really soon. I just… I spent so much
time on it and I’m eager for you to see it. I do think you’re going to like it.”
*Iooks at @dedmaxsearchhistory. Not judging or anything – he just wants to see what Max has to say about that.*
((due to annoying-ass circumstances I wasn’t able to respond to this right away, so the timing is kind of weird. Sorry
*he goes to say something but stops* …. yeah, i have no good explaination for this, uhhh….
As in…? Do you have bullets or not?
yyyes…?
And… do you have a gun for these bullets, Max?
*awkward glance away* y-yyyes…
*sighes* Max… it’s very dangerous for you to have a weapon like that. Where is it right now?
i-i know it is, but i know how to use and handle it..! and i-i don’t really remember when it is..
Max… you tell me you know how to handle it, but you don’t know where it is. That’s not handling it well at all. I want you to realize that.
i mean i know how to handle it when i actually have it! but Reid keeps taking it and hiding it..
I wonder why, Max. *he sighs again* Max… you must understand that a gun is really only good for one thing – shooting and killing something. Target shooting could be fun, yeah, but guns were made for hunting and war. It’s something that a kid should not have unsupervised operation of.
i
kindaknow..! i just-.. *he sighed and frowned, shoving his hand in his pockets and looking away* i-i’m sorry.. y-you’re right…*nods* Thank you, Max. As soon as you know where that gun is, you get me, okay? For now… can you give me the ammunition?
…. *he pulls that box of ammo out of his pocket and hands it over.. the box feels abit light*
*Carlos opened the box and looked at the ammunition. He realized that some of the slots were empty.* Is there any more, Max?
.. no, that’s all i woke with *he glanced away, still frowning*
*Carlos frowns at this* You sure, Max? You absolutely sure? Is there any in the gun itself?
yeah, but i don’t know where the gun is..
Where’s Reid? We’ll ask him and I’ll get the gun locked up.
uhhh… he’s not… he shouldn’t be around people for abit…
… Uh, Max? Is this more reason that I should get the gun locked away? Because It’s starting to sound like it. Do you know what I mean?
no, Reid may be insane, but he rarely shoots people.. where do you even get a gun locked up? is there a gun prison or something?
‘Rarely’?? Max, that’s very concerning! And I’m not going to tell you where I intend to lock the gun up – I don’t want you trying to look for it.
don’t worry, he only shoots bad people!
and Anthony once-and i don’t really care where it is but i keep picturing gun prison and i want to know it’s actually like that or not!Max, that still doesn’t help me.
And people usually have a locker – like a big heavy safe – for their guns and ammo. Okay?
oh.. well i guess that’s better the mental image of cop guns… plus, you’re not a bad person so Reid will have no reason to shoot you!
… He would consider shooting me?
only if you act mean or attack him.. or swear but that gets a different reaction…
….
Okay, just… Oh my god… what the hell, Max?
*Iooks at @dedmaxsearchhistory. Not judging or anything – he just wants to see what Max has to say about that.*
((due to annoying-ass circumstances I wasn’t able to respond to this right away, so the timing is kind of weird. Sorry
*he goes to say something but stops* …. yeah, i have no good explaination for this, uhhh….
As in…? Do you have bullets or not?
yyyes…?
And… do you have a gun for these bullets, Max?
*awkward glance away* y-yyyes…
*sighes* Max… it’s very dangerous for you to have a weapon like that. Where is it right now?
i-i know it is, but i know how to use and handle it..! and i-i don’t really remember when it is..
Max… you tell me you know how to handle it, but you don’t know where it is. That’s not handling it well at all. I want you to realize that.
i mean i know how to handle it when i actually have it! but Reid keeps taking it and hiding it..
I wonder why, Max. *he sighs again* Max… you must understand that a gun is really only good for one thing – shooting and killing something. Target shooting could be fun, yeah, but guns were made for hunting and war. It’s something that a kid should not have unsupervised operation of.
i
kindaknow..! i just-.. *he sighed and frowned, shoving his hand in his pockets and looking away* i-i’m sorry.. y-you’re right…*nods* Thank you, Max. As soon as you know where that gun is, you get me, okay? For now… can you give me the ammunition?
…. *he pulls that box of ammo out of his pocket and hands it over.. the box feels abit light*
*Carlos opened the box and looked at the ammunition. He realized that some of the slots were empty.* Is there any more, Max?
.. no, that’s all i woke with *he glanced away, still frowning*
*Carlos frowns at this* You sure, Max? You absolutely sure? Is there any in the gun itself?
yeah, but i don’t know where the gun is..
Where’s Reid? We’ll ask him and I’ll get the gun locked up.
uhhh… he’s not… he shouldn’t be around people for abit…
… Uh, Max? Is this more reason that I should get the gun locked away? Because It’s starting to sound like it. Do you know what I mean?
no, Reid may be insane, but he rarely shoots people.. where do you even get a gun locked up? is there a gun prison or something?
‘Rarely’?? Max, that’s very concerning! And I’m not going to tell you where I intend to lock the gun up – I don’t want you trying to look for it.
don’t worry, he only shoots bad people!
and Anthony once-and i don’t really care where it is but i keep picturing gun prison and i want to know it’s actually like that or not!Max, that still doesn’t help me.
And people usually have a locker – like a big heavy safe – for their guns and ammo. Okay?
oh.. well i guess that’s better the mental image of cop guns… plus, you’re not a bad person so Reid will have no reason to shoot you!
… He would consider shooting me?
*Iooks at @dedmaxsearchhistory. Not judging or anything – he just wants to see what Max has to say about that.*
((due to annoying-ass circumstances I wasn’t able to respond to this right away, so the timing is kind of weird. Sorry
*he goes to say something but stops* …. yeah, i have no good explaination for this, uhhh….
As in…? Do you have bullets or not?
yyyes…?
And… do you have a gun for these bullets, Max?
*awkward glance away* y-yyyes…
*sighes* Max… it’s very dangerous for you to have a weapon like that. Where is it right now?
i-i know it is, but i know how to use and handle it..! and i-i don’t really remember when it is..
Max… you tell me you know how to handle it, but you don’t know where it is. That’s not handling it well at all. I want you to realize that.
i mean i know how to handle it when i actually have it! but Reid keeps taking it and hiding it..
I wonder why, Max. *he sighs again* Max… you must understand that a gun is really only good for one thing – shooting and killing something. Target shooting could be fun, yeah, but guns were made for hunting and war. It’s something that a kid should not have unsupervised operation of.
i
kindaknow..! i just-.. *he sighed and frowned, shoving his hand in his pockets and looking away* i-i’m sorry.. y-you’re right…*nods* Thank you, Max. As soon as you know where that gun is, you get me, okay? For now… can you give me the ammunition?
…. *he pulls that box of ammo out of his pocket and hands it over.. the box feels abit light*
*Carlos opened the box and looked at the ammunition. He realized that some of the slots were empty.* Is there any more, Max?
.. no, that’s all i woke with *he glanced away, still frowning*
*Carlos frowns at this* You sure, Max? You absolutely sure? Is there any in the gun itself?
yeah, but i don’t know where the gun is..
Where’s Reid? We’ll ask him and I’ll get the gun locked up.
uhhh… he’s not… he shouldn’t be around people for abit…
… Uh, Max? Is this more reason that I should get the gun locked away? Because It’s starting to sound like it. Do you know what I mean?
no, Reid may be insane, but he rarely shoots people.. where do you even get a gun locked up? is there a gun prison or something?
‘Rarely’?? Max, that’s very concerning! And I’m not going to tell you where I intend to lock the gun up – I don’t want you trying to look for it.
don’t worry, he only shoots bad people!
and Anthony once-and i don’t really care where it is but i keep picturing gun prison and i want to know it’s actually like that or not!
Max, that still doesn’t help me.
And people usually have a locker – like a big heavy safe – for their guns and ammo. Okay?
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