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Hey max… Um… how we doing, buddy?

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not gre- we? i’d say we’re doing pretty good i guess ?

L: Max, i think Carlos meant just you..

oh..

*smiles awkwardly* No, I didn’t mean ‘we’ as in ‘you and I’… Sorry to confuse you. I was asking about you.

yeah then.. not all that great honestly..

Yeah, I, uh… I heard. I’m sorry, Max.

*he shrugs* it’s alright, life is shyt and i should just get used to it..

I’m sorry to hear that…

Hey… I promised you I’d take you out to get shirts. You wanna… you wanna go do that, Max?

oh.. yeah i guess *he shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing away slightly*

Come on… it’ll be fun. My treat. *he smiles and offers Max a hand to hold. Carlos isn’t sure if Max wants to talk about anything, but he did want to help the kid feel better.*

*he hesitates before holding Carlos’ hand* so.. this might sound weird, but where you buy clothes? like i know they’re sold in stores, but are there stores just for clothes? cause i don’t think i’ve ever actually seen one…

There are. But clothes there tend to be a little more expensive because they’re ‘specialty’ stuff or whatever. But places like Target… it’s cheaper. I usually just wear jeans and tshirts anyway… I get my labcoats online.

really? huh.. alright so are we going to Target? *he looks up at Carlos*

I was thinking that, or a supermarket like that. And then we can go out and get ice cream, or some other treat. You okay with that?

*he smiles and nods* hell yeah!

*Carlos felt a little relieved, thankful that Max seemed excited* Alright. Let’s go get my car then. What kind of shirts do you think you’ll get?

*his smile fades slightly as he thinks* i dunno, aside from my hoodie, i never got a choice in what i wore…

Oh. Well, that’s totally okay. We’ll have a look and you can actually see what you like, alright? I think there’s some Minecraft graphic tees available… if you like that sort of thing, I mean. If not, there’s other things too.

*he smiles again* alright! and.. thanks for this Carlos

You’re absolutely welcome, Max. *Carlos smiles at him and they make it to his car. He opened the back door for Max to climb inside.* Remember your seatbelt.

*he chuckles* yeah, not making that mistake twice– er uh.. better safe then sorry! *he quickly puts his seatbelt on*

*Stares at Max for a moment, concerned. But then quietly closes the door and goes to the driver’s seat. A story for another time, he figured. He starts the car and an oldies radio station starts to play*

*he looks at the radio as it starts playing, quietly listening*

*Carlos starts to pull the car away and head down the road* So… what kind of treats would you like? Gotta start thinking about that, Max.

hmm.. i dunno… guess i’ll see what they have when we get there but i don’t really care since they’ll mostly be under my hoodie

*laughs* I said ‘Treats’, Max, not ‘shirts’. What do you wanna eat?

..oh… *he shrugs* ice cream’s pretty good i guess

*Carlos nodded.* Alright – I’ll keep an eye out for a parlor while we head to the store.

Hey, Maximum Max? You doing okay, buddy?

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*laying face down in the dirt* yeah, why do you ask?

*he smiles abit and nods* that sounds pretty good *he covers his mouth as he yawns again* damn..

Language… Have that nap, Max. Do you need anything before I leave you to it?

*he frowns slightly, feeling a little embarrassed* can you.. stay with me til i fall asleep..?

Yeah, sure buddy. That’s fine with me.

*he smiles softly, closing his eyes slowly*

*smiles at Max and sits down in the other cot in the tent. He pulls out his phone and starts to read a book he’d had downloaded. It was a nice to be able to read books now that he was outside of Night Vale for the time being*

*After a few minutes, Max actually fell asleep*

*Carlos spends a few more minutes watching, waiting to see if Max would suddenly awaken again.*

*nope, seems he’s actually asleep, which is good cause he deserves it after all the shyt he’s been through…*

*Carlos is relieved. He stands up and goes to Max, gently tucking him in and giving him a pat on the head. He then leaves the tent, zipping it up after him.*

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Carlos snorted softly. “No I wouldn’t call myself a celebrity… and I’m not injured, it was just a scratch. Hey… have you had your mandated weekly pizza yet?”

“Carlos the Scientist, how is pizza mandated if wheat is banned?” he said, weakly.

His notebook was full of the many Night Vale laws he’d jotted down. He didn’t know if his brain could load any more.

“Because ‘Pizza’ sometimes consists of a ball of melty cheese and pepperoni or a bowl of warm marinara and cheese,” Carlos said with a shrug. “I prefer the bowl honestly – less messy.”

Hey max… Um… how we doing, buddy?

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not gre- we? i’d say we’re doing pretty good i guess ?

L: Max, i think Carlos meant just you..

oh..

*smiles awkwardly* No, I didn’t mean ‘we’ as in ‘you and I’… Sorry to confuse you. I was asking about you.

yeah then.. not all that great honestly..

Yeah, I, uh… I heard. I’m sorry, Max.

*he shrugs* it’s alright, life is shyt and i should just get used to it..

I’m sorry to hear that…

Hey… I promised you I’d take you out to get shirts. You wanna… you wanna go do that, Max?

oh.. yeah i guess *he shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing away slightly*

Come on… it’ll be fun. My treat. *he smiles and offers Max a hand to hold. Carlos isn’t sure if Max wants to talk about anything, but he did want to help the kid feel better.*

*he hesitates before holding Carlos’ hand* so.. this might sound weird, but where you buy clothes? like i know they’re sold in stores, but are there stores just for clothes? cause i don’t think i’ve ever actually seen one…

There are. But clothes there tend to be a little more expensive because they’re ‘specialty’ stuff or whatever. But places like Target… it’s cheaper. I usually just wear jeans and tshirts anyway… I get my labcoats online.

really? huh.. alright so are we going to Target? *he looks up at Carlos*

I was thinking that, or a supermarket like that. And then we can go out and get ice cream, or some other treat. You okay with that?

*he smiles and nods* hell yeah!

*Carlos felt a little relieved, thankful that Max seemed excited* Alright. Let’s go get my car then. What kind of shirts do you think you’ll get?

*his smile fades slightly as he thinks* i dunno, aside from my hoodie, i never got a choice in what i wore…

Oh. Well, that’s totally okay. We’ll have a look and you can actually see what you like, alright? I think there’s some Minecraft graphic tees available… if you like that sort of thing, I mean. If not, there’s other things too.

*he smiles again* alright! and.. thanks for this Carlos

You’re absolutely welcome, Max. *Carlos smiles at him and they make it to his car. He opened the back door for Max to climb inside.* Remember your seatbelt.

*he chuckles* yeah, not making that mistake twice– er uh.. better safe then sorry! *he quickly puts his seatbelt on*

*Stares at Max for a moment, concerned. But then quietly closes the door and goes to the driver’s seat. A story for another time, he figured. He starts the car and an oldies radio station starts to play*

*he looks at the radio as it starts playing, quietly listening*

*Carlos starts to pull the car away and head down the road* So… what kind of treats would you like? Gotta start thinking about that, Max.

hmm.. i dunno… guess i’ll see what they have when we get there but i don’t really care since they’ll mostly be under my hoodie

*laughs* I said ‘Treats’, Max, not ‘shirts’. What do you wanna eat?

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Carlos looked at him. “Huh? Oh, you mean on the radio? Yeah, I…” Carlos looked down, scratching the back of his neck with a soft chuckle. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s me,” he confirmed.

“Oh. Cool.” he said, nodding, with a dry humor, “Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. I’ve injured a local celebrity. Great.”

Carlos snorted softly. “No I wouldn’t call myself a celebrity… and I’m not injured, it was just a scratch. Hey… have you had your mandated weekly pizza yet?”

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

Hey, Maximum Max? You doing okay, buddy?

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*laying face down in the dirt* yeah, why do you ask?

*he smiles abit and nods* that sounds pretty good *he covers his mouth as he yawns again* damn..

Language… Have that nap, Max. Do you need anything before I leave you to it?

*he frowns slightly, feeling a little embarrassed* can you.. stay with me til i fall asleep..?

Yeah, sure buddy. That’s fine with me.

*he smiles softly, closing his eyes slowly*

*smiles at Max and sits down in the other cot in the tent. He pulls out his phone and starts to read a book he’d had downloaded. It was a nice to be able to read books now that he was outside of Night Vale for the time being*

*After a few minutes, Max actually fell asleep*

*Carlos spends a few more minutes watching, waiting to see if Max would suddenly awaken again.*

Hey max… Um… how we doing, buddy?

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not gre- we? i’d say we’re doing pretty good i guess ?

L: Max, i think Carlos meant just you..

oh..

*smiles awkwardly* No, I didn’t mean ‘we’ as in ‘you and I’… Sorry to confuse you. I was asking about you.

yeah then.. not all that great honestly..

Yeah, I, uh… I heard. I’m sorry, Max.

*he shrugs* it’s alright, life is shyt and i should just get used to it..

I’m sorry to hear that…

Hey… I promised you I’d take you out to get shirts. You wanna… you wanna go do that, Max?

oh.. yeah i guess *he shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing away slightly*

Come on… it’ll be fun. My treat. *he smiles and offers Max a hand to hold. Carlos isn’t sure if Max wants to talk about anything, but he did want to help the kid feel better.*

*he hesitates before holding Carlos’ hand* so.. this might sound weird, but where you buy clothes? like i know they’re sold in stores, but are there stores just for clothes? cause i don’t think i’ve ever actually seen one…

There are. But clothes there tend to be a little more expensive because they’re ‘specialty’ stuff or whatever. But places like Target… it’s cheaper. I usually just wear jeans and tshirts anyway… I get my labcoats online.

really? huh.. alright so are we going to Target? *he looks up at Carlos*

I was thinking that, or a supermarket like that. And then we can go out and get ice cream, or some other treat. You okay with that?

*he smiles and nods* hell yeah!

*Carlos felt a little relieved, thankful that Max seemed excited* Alright. Let’s go get my car then. What kind of shirts do you think you’ll get?

*his smile fades slightly as he thinks* i dunno, aside from my hoodie, i never got a choice in what i wore…

Oh. Well, that’s totally okay. We’ll have a look and you can actually see what you like, alright? I think there’s some Minecraft graphic tees available… if you like that sort of thing, I mean. If not, there’s other things too.

*he smiles again* alright! and.. thanks for this Carlos

You’re absolutely welcome, Max. *Carlos smiles at him and they make it to his car. He opened the back door for Max to climb inside.* Remember your seatbelt.

*he chuckles* yeah, not making that mistake twice– er uh.. better safe then sorry! *he quickly puts his seatbelt on*

*Stares at Max for a moment, concerned. But then quietly closes the door and goes to the driver’s seat. A story for another time, he figured. He starts the car and an oldies radio station starts to play*

*he looks at the radio as it starts playing, quietly listening*

*Carlos starts to pull the car away and head down the road* So… what kind of treats would you like? Gotta start thinking about that, Max.

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?