He watched the stone walls as they passed by, mentally imagining this little figure jumping over the peaks in the stones and keeping up with the car. “I think we can do the Causeway first,” he said. “If you say it doesn’t take too long, then let’s go for it.”
“Alright, Causeway it is then. Maybe I’ll make a couple calls while we’re lookin’ around the gift shop or something, try and get us a room–– or two rooms, I guess, before we head out so we got some idea where we’re goin’ for the night.”
Carlos then looked at him curiously. “Two rooms?” he asked. “Why not just one with two beds?” Granted, the room he had was one bed… but that’s all he needed. “Oh, should we think about what to eat too? Clearly I can’t find a good restaurant for the life of me, if you remember that whole ‘sandwich’ thing.” He smiled at Hancock.
*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice
*looks up at him with a confused look* for what?
Still. For, um… being so… dumb earlier.
*he shrugs* it’s okay, really. i had a bad habit and bad habits have a way of taking a hold a person even when they try to stop and i know how easy to slip back into these habits.. you just trying to look for me so really, i should be saying ‘thank you’….
I still shouldn’t have been so mean about it though. Next time you see me, I’ll have those chocolates, I promise.
Where are the fuck laundry pods im gonna throw them in the lake
Don’t encourage bad behavior among the fish too, Max
You’re not my dad I’m gonna throw em in the lake
“You’re not my dad”
IT’S FOR SCIENCE DA- CARLOS! FUCK!
animal cruelty isn’t science, Max…
Where did you get that from putting a laundry pod in lake water? I could’ve put lake water in a bucket somewhere and call it the lake. I’m not that much of an asshole.
You just said ‘the lake’! You didn’t elaborate!
*Max shrugged*
Hey, unrelated question, do you know where any buckets are?
No. Wouldn’t your Quartermaster know?
Probably not, I wouldn’t ask him either.
Anyway d’you wanna help me with this science thing or not?
Wait… you want me to help you now?
Duh. why do you think I asked?
Neil’s probably doing other sciencey crap, David doesn’t want us playing with these, gwen’s probably readibg her gay vampire erotica, QM is a creep, everyone else would probably try to eat ‘em. You’re the only other one here who likes science, really.
Gay Vampire… oh my god, you know what erotica is?
Nevermind… yes, I’ll help you. Parental supervision and all that. I-I mean, adult supervision! Not… not parent. Sorry.
Eh, no big deal. You’re pretty much like a father figure or whatever.
Let’s go fill a bucket with lakewater and pondscum and throw some tide pods in it!
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