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Peter
bites his lip not wanting to let go of Kraglin and whimpers before
sliding to his seat and fastens the seatbelt looking like he would fall
apart again.

Kraglin grabbed his seatbelt and he happened to glance at Peter again. He paused, but then came to a decision. Instead of sitting in the window seat he scoot over toward the middle and straddled his legs over the weird little hump on the floor of the vehicle (why the hell was that thing there? To make children rebel, he supposed). He put on the little waist belt there, feeling incredibly awkward with his long legs, and then reached to put an arm around Peter’s shoulder.

Carlos looked at Kraglin through the rear-view mirror and frowned. “Kraglin, I can’t see,” he said.

“You can turn your head,” Kraglin told him a little snarkily, but he ducked his head a bit toward Peter anyway, rubbing the younger man’s shoulder.

Peter snuggles against him and looks at him. “L… Love ya…. bro….”

“C’mon, Pete… not in front of Carlos and his brother,” Kraglin said, but he still smiled at Peter and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

Carlos pulled them out of the parking lot and started to look around for the Wendy’s.

“Down the street,” Mikey told his brother helpfully.

Carlos nodded. “Thanks,” he said and started to drive. ‘Sorry… still trying to get my bearings.”

Peter nods. “Sorry……forgot you…. hate sentiment….” snuggles closer to him closing his eyes. After s bit he wakes and blinks at the chocolate cone being handed to him and he smiles licking at it.

The ice cream in Kraglin’s cone looked a little sad, he thought. It wasn’t piled up high like ice cream was supposed to be. But Mikey was already slurping down his, and so was Carlos. Kraglin tried it and, yeah, it was sweet enough. Okay, he could eat this. He started to lick at it, awkwardly dipping his tongue down into the “waffle cone”, as it was called.

“I’m going to park us back outside the store again and we’ll just sit and eat,” Carlos said. He handed his cone to Mikey to hold and drove them back to the store.

Peter eats the icecream finishing it in record time before snuggling up against Kraglin waiting on them stealing a lick of kraglins cone just because.

Kraglin snarled at him, but it was in complete jest. If the kid wanted more ice cream, he could have it – Kraglin could just bully Carlos into getting them more.

“This stuff tastes really sweet,” he told Carlos. “And the edible cup it comes in – that’s genius.”

Carlos smiled. “Glad you like it, Kraglin.”

Steals another lick then snuggles up against him closing his eyes to relax until everyone else was ready. He was calmer thankfully but still a bit jittery. “You won’t ever leave me right bro.”

Kraglin looked down at Peter. He smiled very slightly and shook his head. “Not if I help it,” he told Peter softly.  He finished his ice cream and just held Peter as they waited. “Hey, Ramon – make sure you take Yondu to that place where we got the ice cream. He’d love it.”

Carlos looked back at Kraglin. “I… guess I could take him tonight… when it’s dark so nobody sees him.”

Peter yawns a bit. “If we had that in space dad would be so fat hehe.”

Carlos looked at Peter with a slight smile. “I don’t know if he told you this, but when he took me to my apartment to get my things back on M-Marvin-48 I told him he could raid my fridge. He found the ice cream I had and ate a whole tub of it by himself.”

“There’s ice cream in space?” Mikey asked.

“Yeah – it’s just ‘healthier’, supposedly. I think mine was loaded with chemicals,” Carlos told his brother.

“It’s made from a milk reed and the flavors come from spices mixed with different kinds of beetles…….” goes back to napping against his brother.

Mikey makes a face of utter awe and disgust. Carlos just frowned. “I thought so… it tasted cheap. But it was one of the only cheap sweet things that I wasn’t allergic to, so I was just happy to have it.”

“Carlos, there were beetles in that!” Mikey exclaimed, shocked at how calm his brother seemed to be.

Carlos just looked at him. “I’ve eaten bugs before – it’s not a big deal.”

Peter chuckles a bit. “I’ve eaten waaay stranger things while being raised in space…… luckily most things safe for xandarians are safe for humans. I’ve managed to avoid having something burn through my organs…”

“I’ve had a bit of a harder time,” Carlos said. “I have a nut allergy, and it’s flared up a couple times.”

Normally peter would take advantage of a good nut joke but he kept silent. After a bit everyone was ready to go back in the shopping center. Peter kept pretty close to Kraglin not wanting to be to far from him.

Kraglin, for his part, acted pretty unfazed by Peter’s clinginess, but really he was keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn’t get uncomfortable again.

Speaking of uncomfortable, his stomach was starting to feel queasy. Gods, if he picked up some primitive Terran bug already…

“How many bags of Cheetos should we get?” Carlos asked.

Peter thinks. “As many as can fit in the cart? I think some of the other crew would like them…..” Looks to Kraglin then looks at the little Debbie snack cakes.

Carlos frowned. “I’m not getting some for the whole crew,” he said flatly.

“Why not?” Mikey asked. “It’d be nice!”

“Because, Mikey, that ship is absolutely massive! Nearly two hundred people are on that thing.”

“Most’a them wouldn’t even appreciate it,” Kraglin said with a slight shrug. He looked to where Peter was looking, and he just grabbed a box and tossed it into the cart.

((from my current thread with @blackwhitehat​. Black Hat and the Hat-bot Sentinel were both drawn from memory. I could have made the Hat-bot bigger I suppose… But I love its little tuxedo look. It’s so cute.

There’s also Carlos’ Energy-detection machine (or whatever I’m going to call it…)
It’s got little dowsing antennae because... it’s detecting. Geddit? XD

The meter reads COLD; GETTING WARM; HOT! HOT! HOT!

P.S: Black Hat is PISSED XD

Dibujo 1- Carlos: “Uh… Bonito sonrisa.”

Dibujo 3- Carlos: “¡El fajín es un buen toque!”

Art by me. The translations might not be that good… sorry if they’re not.

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Peter
bites his lip not wanting to let go of Kraglin and whimpers before
sliding to his seat and fastens the seatbelt looking like he would fall
apart again.

Kraglin grabbed his seatbelt and he happened to glance at Peter again. He paused, but then came to a decision. Instead of sitting in the window seat he scoot over toward the middle and straddled his legs over the weird little hump on the floor of the vehicle (why the hell was that thing there? To make children rebel, he supposed). He put on the little waist belt there, feeling incredibly awkward with his long legs, and then reached to put an arm around Peter’s shoulder.

Carlos looked at Kraglin through the rear-view mirror and frowned. “Kraglin, I can’t see,” he said.

“You can turn your head,” Kraglin told him a little snarkily, but he ducked his head a bit toward Peter anyway, rubbing the younger man’s shoulder.

Peter snuggles against him and looks at him. “L… Love ya…. bro….”

“C’mon, Pete… not in front of Carlos and his brother,” Kraglin said, but he still smiled at Peter and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

Carlos pulled them out of the parking lot and started to look around for the Wendy’s.

“Down the street,” Mikey told his brother helpfully.

Carlos nodded. “Thanks,” he said and started to drive. ‘Sorry… still trying to get my bearings.”

Peter nods. “Sorry……forgot you…. hate sentiment….” snuggles closer to him closing his eyes. After s bit he wakes and blinks at the chocolate cone being handed to him and he smiles licking at it.

The ice cream in Kraglin’s cone looked a little sad, he thought. It wasn’t piled up high like ice cream was supposed to be. But Mikey was already slurping down his, and so was Carlos. Kraglin tried it and, yeah, it was sweet enough. Okay, he could eat this. He started to lick at it, awkwardly dipping his tongue down into the “waffle cone”, as it was called.

“I’m going to park us back outside the store again and we’ll just sit and eat,” Carlos said. He handed his cone to Mikey to hold and drove them back to the store.

Peter eats the icecream finishing it in record time before snuggling up against Kraglin waiting on them stealing a lick of kraglins cone just because.

Kraglin snarled at him, but it was in complete jest. If the kid wanted more ice cream, he could have it – Kraglin could just bully Carlos into getting them more.

“This stuff tastes really sweet,” he told Carlos. “And the edible cup it comes in – that’s genius.”

Carlos smiled. “Glad you like it, Kraglin.”

Steals another lick then snuggles up against him closing his eyes to relax until everyone else was ready. He was calmer thankfully but still a bit jittery. “You won’t ever leave me right bro.”

Kraglin looked down at Peter. He smiled very slightly and shook his head. “Not if I help it,” he told Peter softly.  He finished his ice cream and just held Peter as they waited. “Hey, Ramon – make sure you take Yondu to that place where we got the ice cream. He’d love it.”

Carlos looked back at Kraglin. “I… guess I could take him tonight… when it’s dark so nobody sees him.”

Peter yawns a bit. “If we had that in space dad would be so fat hehe.”

Carlos looked at Peter with a slight smile. “I don’t know if he told you this, but when he took me to my apartment to get my things back on M-Marvin-48 I told him he could raid my fridge. He found the ice cream I had and ate a whole tub of it by himself.”

“There’s ice cream in space?” Mikey asked.

“Yeah – it’s just ‘healthier’, supposedly. I think mine was loaded with chemicals,” Carlos told his brother.

“It’s made from a milk reed and the flavors come from spices mixed with different kinds of beetles…….” goes back to napping against his brother.

Mikey makes a face of utter awe and disgust. Carlos just frowned. “I thought so… it tasted cheap. But it was one of the only cheap sweet things that I wasn’t allergic to, so I was just happy to have it.”

“Carlos, there were beetles in that!” Mikey exclaimed, shocked at how calm his brother seemed to be.

Carlos just looked at him. “I’ve eaten bugs before – it’s not a big deal.”

Peter chuckles a bit. “I’ve eaten waaay stranger things while being raised in space…… luckily most things safe for xandarians are safe for humans. I’ve managed to avoid having something burn through my organs…”

“I’ve had a bit of a harder time,” Carlos said. “I have a nut allergy, and it’s flared up a couple times.”

Normally peter would take advantage of a good nut joke but he kept silent. After a bit everyone was ready to go back in the shopping center. Peter kept pretty close to Kraglin not wanting to be to far from him.

Kraglin, for his part, acted pretty unfazed by Peter’s clinginess, but really he was keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn’t get uncomfortable again.

Speaking of uncomfortable, his stomach was starting to feel queasy. Gods, if he picked up some primitive Terran bug already…

“How many bags of Cheetos should we get?” Carlos asked.

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Peter
bites his lip not wanting to let go of Kraglin and whimpers before
sliding to his seat and fastens the seatbelt looking like he would fall
apart again.

Kraglin grabbed his seatbelt and he happened to glance at Peter again. He paused, but then came to a decision. Instead of sitting in the window seat he scoot over toward the middle and straddled his legs over the weird little hump on the floor of the vehicle (why the hell was that thing there? To make children rebel, he supposed). He put on the little waist belt there, feeling incredibly awkward with his long legs, and then reached to put an arm around Peter’s shoulder.

Carlos looked at Kraglin through the rear-view mirror and frowned. “Kraglin, I can’t see,” he said.

“You can turn your head,” Kraglin told him a little snarkily, but he ducked his head a bit toward Peter anyway, rubbing the younger man’s shoulder.

Peter snuggles against him and looks at him. “L… Love ya…. bro….”

“C’mon, Pete… not in front of Carlos and his brother,” Kraglin said, but he still smiled at Peter and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

Carlos pulled them out of the parking lot and started to look around for the Wendy’s.

“Down the street,” Mikey told his brother helpfully.

Carlos nodded. “Thanks,” he said and started to drive. ‘Sorry… still trying to get my bearings.”

Peter nods. “Sorry……forgot you…. hate sentiment….” snuggles closer to him closing his eyes. After s bit he wakes and blinks at the chocolate cone being handed to him and he smiles licking at it.

The ice cream in Kraglin’s cone looked a little sad, he thought. It wasn’t piled up high like ice cream was supposed to be. But Mikey was already slurping down his, and so was Carlos. Kraglin tried it and, yeah, it was sweet enough. Okay, he could eat this. He started to lick at it, awkwardly dipping his tongue down into the “waffle cone”, as it was called.

“I’m going to park us back outside the store again and we’ll just sit and eat,” Carlos said. He handed his cone to Mikey to hold and drove them back to the store.

Peter eats the icecream finishing it in record time before snuggling up against Kraglin waiting on them stealing a lick of kraglins cone just because.

Kraglin snarled at him, but it was in complete jest. If the kid wanted more ice cream, he could have it – Kraglin could just bully Carlos into getting them more.

“This stuff tastes really sweet,” he told Carlos. “And the edible cup it comes in – that’s genius.”

Carlos smiled. “Glad you like it, Kraglin.”

Steals another lick then snuggles up against him closing his eyes to relax until everyone else was ready. He was calmer thankfully but still a bit jittery. “You won’t ever leave me right bro.”

Kraglin looked down at Peter. He smiled very slightly and shook his head. “Not if I help it,” he told Peter softly.  He finished his ice cream and just held Peter as they waited. “Hey, Ramon – make sure you take Yondu to that place where we got the ice cream. He’d love it.”

Carlos looked back at Kraglin. “I… guess I could take him tonight… when it’s dark so nobody sees him.”

Peter yawns a bit. “If we had that in space dad would be so fat hehe.”

Carlos looked at Peter with a slight smile. “I don’t know if he told you this, but when he took me to my apartment to get my things back on M-Marvin-48 I told him he could raid my fridge. He found the ice cream I had and ate a whole tub of it by himself.”

“There’s ice cream in space?” Mikey asked.

“Yeah – it’s just ‘healthier’, supposedly. I think mine was loaded with chemicals,” Carlos told his brother.

“It’s made from a milk reed and the flavors come from spices mixed with different kinds of beetles…….” goes back to napping against his brother.

Mikey makes a face of utter awe and disgust. Carlos just frowned. “I thought so… it tasted cheap. But it was one of the only cheap sweet things that I wasn’t allergic to, so I was just happy to have it.”

“Carlos, there were beetles in that!” Mikey exclaimed, shocked at how calm his brother seemed to be.

Carlos just looked at him. “I’ve eaten bugs before – it’s not a big deal.”

Peter chuckles a bit. “I’ve eaten waaay stranger things while being raised in space…… luckily most things safe for xandarians are safe for humans. I’ve managed to avoid having something burn through my organs…”

“I’ve had a bit of a harder time,” Carlos said. “I have a nut allergy, and it’s flared up a couple times.”

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97% sure.

Ninety-seven percent? What about the other three?

*Max shrugged* Dunno. Look, if you’re so concerned about it we can literally go over there and look.

We could? *he then frowns* I… should do it when the QM isn’t there..

I dunno when he’s not there, to be fair no one knows where he is half the time anyway.

Ugh… still, I’d better try to avoid  him. In the meantime, maybe don’t swim in the lake or do anything with it until I figure out what’s in it. Unless the case is I find out there’s something bad in it, then you ought to continue not doing anything in it.

I wanna come too. That way even if, which is impossible, the kid is a “”ghost”” we can know if only kids can see him or not. *that’s clearly not the reason he wants to come but*

What? Why on Earth do you want to come? Max, you saw some things there, and I am absolutely not willing to put you in that situation again!

I don’t want to be here. Plus, I know where to avoid, so you don’t see shit.

I’m an adult – I’m really not concerned about myself. Max, it’s illegal for you to see… stuff like that.

Then he shouldn’t be doing that at a children’s fucking summer camp.

Hey, watch– *he stopped. Max was entirely justified in swearing in this case* No, absolutely he shouldn’t be doing that! Which is why I don’t want you going back to Spooky Island.

C’mon! I have a knife stick for protection and everything!

A… a knife stick??

Yeah. A stick with a pocket knife taped to it. Knife stick.

You can’t have that anymore. Take the knife off the stick.

Oh c’mon! It’s for protection!

The knife will pop off the stick and come back at you if you try to stab anything. it’s better to just have it in your hand.

That’s happened once and no one got hurt. It’s secure to the stick now.

Max, no. Knives do not go on sticks – they’re not designed to do that!

If they’re not designed to be taped to sticks then why is mine taped to a stick, huh?

Because you did that and you’re going to hurt yourself! Take it off the stick! Where are you keeping that thing, by the way?

Why would I tell you that?

Because I’m an adult. And I’m a scientist, so I’m smart. So you should listen to me.

Your science is nothing against a knife stick.

You’re childness is nothing against my adultness.

I’m gonna keep bugging you ‘till you let me come.

And I’m going to bug you to deconstruct that dangerous weapon you made and just use the knife as a knife.

I propose a compromise; I take the knife off the stick and you let me go with you to Spooky Island. Deal?

What – No, Max, I’m not taking you to Orgy Island! I mean, Spooky Island!

But- fine. Nevermind. *he turns his attention back to the pot* do we need to put another one in?

Would you like to? It’s still your experiment. *he frowned at the kid, sad that he made him upset. But Carlos had to be responsible, and he wasn’t going to let Max to back to a place like that when he could prevent it!*

Isn’t that kinda what you need to do? To see if it’s like,, consistant or something?

Yeah. So do you wanna go for it? *smiles*

Sure. We should probably actually time it this time.

Yeah, okay. Hang on. *he gets out his phone and opens the timer* Okay, ready.

*he drops another pod in, looking over the pot*

*carlos starts the timer. he smiles at Max.* YOu gonna stare at it the whole time?

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Peter
bites his lip not wanting to let go of Kraglin and whimpers before
sliding to his seat and fastens the seatbelt looking like he would fall
apart again.

Kraglin grabbed his seatbelt and he happened to glance at Peter again. He paused, but then came to a decision. Instead of sitting in the window seat he scoot over toward the middle and straddled his legs over the weird little hump on the floor of the vehicle (why the hell was that thing there? To make children rebel, he supposed). He put on the little waist belt there, feeling incredibly awkward with his long legs, and then reached to put an arm around Peter’s shoulder.

Carlos looked at Kraglin through the rear-view mirror and frowned. “Kraglin, I can’t see,” he said.

“You can turn your head,” Kraglin told him a little snarkily, but he ducked his head a bit toward Peter anyway, rubbing the younger man’s shoulder.

Peter snuggles against him and looks at him. “L… Love ya…. bro….”

“C’mon, Pete… not in front of Carlos and his brother,” Kraglin said, but he still smiled at Peter and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

Carlos pulled them out of the parking lot and started to look around for the Wendy’s.

“Down the street,” Mikey told his brother helpfully.

Carlos nodded. “Thanks,” he said and started to drive. ‘Sorry… still trying to get my bearings.”

Peter nods. “Sorry……forgot you…. hate sentiment….” snuggles closer to him closing his eyes. After s bit he wakes and blinks at the chocolate cone being handed to him and he smiles licking at it.

The ice cream in Kraglin’s cone looked a little sad, he thought. It wasn’t piled up high like ice cream was supposed to be. But Mikey was already slurping down his, and so was Carlos. Kraglin tried it and, yeah, it was sweet enough. Okay, he could eat this. He started to lick at it, awkwardly dipping his tongue down into the “waffle cone”, as it was called.

“I’m going to park us back outside the store again and we’ll just sit and eat,” Carlos said. He handed his cone to Mikey to hold and drove them back to the store.

Peter eats the icecream finishing it in record time before snuggling up against Kraglin waiting on them stealing a lick of kraglins cone just because.

Kraglin snarled at him, but it was in complete jest. If the kid wanted more ice cream, he could have it – Kraglin could just bully Carlos into getting them more.

“This stuff tastes really sweet,” he told Carlos. “And the edible cup it comes in – that’s genius.”

Carlos smiled. “Glad you like it, Kraglin.”

Steals another lick then snuggles up against him closing his eyes to relax until everyone else was ready. He was calmer thankfully but still a bit jittery. “You won’t ever leave me right bro.”

Kraglin looked down at Peter. He smiled very slightly and shook his head. “Not if I help it,” he told Peter softly.  He finished his ice cream and just held Peter as they waited. “Hey, Ramon – make sure you take Yondu to that place where we got the ice cream. He’d love it.”

Carlos looked back at Kraglin. “I… guess I could take him tonight… when it’s dark so nobody sees him.”

Peter yawns a bit. “If we had that in space dad would be so fat hehe.”

Carlos looked at Peter with a slight smile. “I don’t know if he told you this, but when he took me to my apartment to get my things back on M-Marvin-48 I told him he could raid my fridge. He found the ice cream I had and ate a whole tub of it by himself.”

“There’s ice cream in space?” Mikey asked.

“Yeah – it’s just ‘healthier’, supposedly. I think mine was loaded with chemicals,” Carlos told his brother.

“It’s made from a milk reed and the flavors come from spices mixed with different kinds of beetles…….” goes back to napping against his brother.

Mikey makes a face of utter awe and disgust. Carlos just frowned. “I thought so… it tasted cheap. But it was one of the only cheap sweet things that I wasn’t allergic to, so I was just happy to have it.”

“Carlos, there were beetles in that!” Mikey exclaimed, shocked at how calm his brother seemed to be.

Carlos just looked at him. “I’ve eaten bugs before – it’s not a big deal.”

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*

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.