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Why the hell – Max? Max, where are you buddy? I need to know how you’re feeling.

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… how much do toothbrushes even cost? i’ve never had to buy one before..

Well, it depends on the kind that you get. But generally they’re pretty cheap. Especially kid’s ones.

*he nods slightly* alright, that’s good i guess

Well, I want you to get a good one too. I’ll help you pick it out, Max, and I’ll even help pay for it if you need me to.

*he smiled softly* thanks Carlos

You’re welcome, kiddo. *Carlos smiled at him. They approach the car.* Here we go… *he unlocks it and opens the back passenger door for Max*

*he said a quick thanks as he climbed into the seat, buckling himself in* how old do you have to be get a drivers license?

Well, you can start driving when your fifteen with a permit and an adult in the car. It’s to help train so you can get a license when you’re sixteen.

16? *he groans* but i can drive now! why do i have to wait 4 years?

Uh… you most certainly cannot drive now. Because the law said so.

*places Carlos by Max* he’s drinking alcoholic beverages

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*he groaned, pulling his hood up*

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What the – oh… *looks at Max* Hi Max.

hey Carlos.. *he muttered, figuring the other already knew*

I know what the anon said, but do you want to tell me yourself what’s going on?

.. i don’t know.. *he put his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground*

Max, I’m not angry. Disappointed, but not angry. I want to help you do better. Where are you getting it?

i’m not gonna throw him under the bus like that.. *he sighs softly*

Max, this isn’t about throwing someone under the bus. THis is about your health and safety. I need you to tell me.

*places Carlos by Max* he’s drinking alcoholic beverages

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*he groaned, pulling his hood up*

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What the – oh… *looks at Max* Hi Max.

hey Carlos.. *he muttered, figuring the other already knew*

I know what the anon said, but do you want to tell me yourself what’s going on?

.. i don’t know.. *he put his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground*

Max, I’m not angry. Disappointed, but not angry. I want to help you do better. Where are you getting it?

As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

his tail swayed softly ‘It Must Be Nice, But Why Not Tonight?’

Carlos thought about how to put this.

Because… you could say I’m having a bad night, and I don’t think I’d be perceived as good company in the state I’m in.

‘You Have Seemed Grumpy All Night..’ he glanced out of the cave ‘.. Maybe You Could Come Back Tomorrow When You’re Feeling Better’

Carlos made a non-committal huff as he carefully arranged his clothes onto the labcoat he laid out.

You said… that you liked the children at the camps just fine, right?

‘Yes, They Give Out Good Treats, Though Some Of The Olders Humans Don’t Like Me Hanging Around..’

Well, that’s understandable. Children are young and could be considered easy prey to some predators.

Carlos was quiet for a moment as he tried to fold his pants with his too-big paws.

What if I told you that one of those children is mine?

he lifted and tilted his head ‘Really? Which?’

Carlos would have smiled. Instead, his tail thumped cheerfully against the ground at the thought of Angela.

The little girl with long, curly black hair. She likes… learning. And she likes… um, human stories with things called ‘robots’ in them. She likes ancient creatures that used to walk the Earth and she’s just… she’s very sweet. And loving. And eager to know everything.

his tail started to wag with the others, his wings twitching slightly “I Think I’ve Seen her Before!’

You might’ve, Carlos said. Though she never mentioned you… she hasn’t been here as long as some of the other kids.

‘I Don’t Remember How Long I’ve Been Here… But Your Pup Sounds Nice’

She is. She’s also human. Carlos hoped that the statement of the obvious would help Drake come to the conclusion Carlos was trying to put down.

As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

his tail swayed softly ‘It Must Be Nice, But Why Not Tonight?’

Carlos thought about how to put this.

Because… you could say I’m having a bad night, and I don’t think I’d be perceived as good company in the state I’m in.

‘You Have Seemed Grumpy All Night..’ he glanced out of the cave ‘.. Maybe You Could Come Back Tomorrow When You’re Feeling Better’

Carlos made a non-committal huff as he carefully arranged his clothes onto the labcoat he laid out.

You said… that you liked the children at the camps just fine, right?

‘Yes, They Give Out Good Treats, Though Some Of The Olders Humans Don’t Like Me Hanging Around..’

Well, that’s understandable. Children are young and could be considered easy prey to some predators.

Carlos was quiet for a moment as he tried to fold his pants with his too-big paws.

What if I told you that one of those children is mine?

he lifted and tilted his head ‘Really? Which?’

Carlos would have smiled. Instead, his tail thumped cheerfully against the ground at the thought of Angela.

The little girl with long, curly black hair. She likes… learning. And she likes… um, human stories with things called ‘robots’ in them. She likes ancient creatures that used to walk the Earth and she’s just… she’s very sweet. And loving. And eager to know everything.

his tail started to wag with the others, his wings twitching slightly “I Think I’ve Seen her Before!’

You might’ve, Carlos said. Though she never mentioned you… she hasn’t been here as long as some of the other kids.

As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

his tail swayed softly ‘It Must Be Nice, But Why Not Tonight?’

Carlos thought about how to put this.

Because… you could say I’m having a bad night, and I don’t think I’d be perceived as good company in the state I’m in.

‘You Have Seemed Grumpy All Night..’ he glanced out of the cave ‘.. Maybe You Could Come Back Tomorrow When You’re Feeling Better’

Carlos made a non-committal huff as he carefully arranged his clothes onto the labcoat he laid out.

You said… that you liked the children at the camps just fine, right?

‘Yes, They Give Out Good Treats, Though Some Of The Olders Humans Don’t Like Me Hanging Around..’

Well, that’s understandable. Children are young and could be considered easy prey to some predators.

Carlos was quiet for a moment as he tried to fold his pants with his too-big paws.

What if I told you that one of those children is mine?

he lifted and tilted his head ‘Really? Which?’

Carlos would have smiled. Instead, his tail thumped cheerfully against the ground at the thought of Angela.

The little girl with long, curly black hair. She likes… learning. And she likes… um, human stories with things called ‘robots’ in them. She likes ancient creatures that used to walk the Earth and she’s just… she’s very sweet. And loving. And eager to know everything.

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“I know, but I wanted to,” she replied with a grin. With the dishes out now, though, she was free to take her seat at the table and smile at her friend. “You want me to serve the sloppy joe casserole?” 

Carlos smiled at her. “Only if you would like,” he said and he busied himself with getting their drinks. “Angie? Do you want to get your mom a spoon to help dish?” He then looked at Mia. “Oh – want any ice?”

“Okay, Papa!” Dutifully, the girl got back up to fetch a serving spoon for her mother. 

“No ice, but I appreciate it,” came the response as Mia took the spoon from Angie to begin dishing out the food for all three of them. Angie got a slightly lesser portion than Carlos or Mia did, but the girl just took it as adults having larger stomachs.

Carlos gave Angie her juice and Mia her water and sat down with a cup of orange juice himself. After Strex had changed hands, he wasn’t so worried about citrus drinks anymore.

“I appreciate this, Mia,” Carlos told her with a smile. “Though I’m sure you wouldn’t have wanted to eat just plain mac and cheese anyway, huh?”

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“Well, yes,” Carlos said. He stood up and took her hand. “Come on in. Mia? Should we talk about this over dinner? Or should it wait until after? What do you think?”

“I think we can handle talking about this during dinner, unless you’d prefer to wait?” Mia replied, shrugging as she came back into view. “It would probably be easier to share over food, though.”

Looking between her parents, Angie frowned. What in the worlds could they be talking about? She was dying with curiosity, wanting to know what was going on. “Or you could tell me now? What’s going on?”

Carlos gave Angela a smile. “I think it can also be a lesson in patience,” he teased her gently. “It’s okay, honey – there’s plenty of time. Your mom’s food smells really good – we should dig in before it gets cold, don’t you think?”

He turned to lead her to his little dining area where he had pulled up an extra chair from his desk so that there were three places to sit. “What do you guys want to drink? I have soda, coffee, juice…”

“Juice, please!” Angie replied, following her father into the dining area. She was still anxious to find out what they were hiding from her, but if both of them were dead set on keeping quiet until they had started eating, then there was nothing for her to do but take a seat at the table and wait to be told. 

“I’ll have a water, if you don’t mind, Carlos,” Mia was busy magicking plates out of the cupboards, but she turned to spare a glance at him as she answered the question.

Carlos nodded as he went to the cupboard with the cups. He watched the dishes fly out with a slight frown. “Awe Mia, you didn’t have to get those out. I could have done it.” And get his hand possibly bitten in the process, but that’s what Nuskin was for. Also, he was hosting.

Still, he gently pet the ‘Cup’-board (as he lovingly called it) and was able to get three glasses out for them without getting bitten.

“I know, but I wanted to,” she replied with a grin. With the dishes out now, though, she was free to take her seat at the table and smile at her friend. “You want me to serve the sloppy joe casserole?” 

Carlos smiled at her. “Only if you would like,” he said and he busied himself with getting their drinks. “Angie? Do you want to get your mom a spoon to help dish?” He then looked at Mia. “Oh – want any ice?”

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“Well, yes,” Carlos said. He stood up and took her hand. “Come on in. Mia? Should we talk about this over dinner? Or should it wait until after? What do you think?”

“I think we can handle talking about this during dinner, unless you’d prefer to wait?” Mia replied, shrugging as she came back into view. “It would probably be easier to share over food, though.”

Looking between her parents, Angie frowned. What in the worlds could they be talking about? She was dying with curiosity, wanting to know what was going on. “Or you could tell me now? What’s going on?”

Carlos gave Angela a smile. “I think it can also be a lesson in patience,” he teased her gently. “It’s okay, honey – there’s plenty of time. Your mom’s food smells really good – we should dig in before it gets cold, don’t you think?”

He turned to lead her to his little dining area where he had pulled up an extra chair from his desk so that there were three places to sit. “What do you guys want to drink? I have soda, coffee, juice…”

“Juice, please!” Angie replied, following her father into the dining area. She was still anxious to find out what they were hiding from her, but if both of them were dead set on keeping quiet until they had started eating, then there was nothing for her to do but take a seat at the table and wait to be told. 

“I’ll have a water, if you don’t mind, Carlos,” Mia was busy magicking plates out of the cupboards, but she turned to spare a glance at him as she answered the question.

Carlos nodded as he went to the cupboard with the cups. He watched the dishes fly out with a slight frown. “Awe Mia, you didn’t have to get those out. I could have done it.” And get his hand possibly bitten in the process, but that’s what Nuskin was for. Also, he was hosting.

Still, he gently pet the ‘Cup’-board (as he lovingly called it) and was able to get three glasses out for them without getting bitten.

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“Well, yes,” Carlos said. He stood up and took her hand. “Come on in. Mia? Should we talk about this over dinner? Or should it wait until after? What do you think?”

“I think we can handle talking about this during dinner, unless you’d prefer to wait?” Mia replied, shrugging as she came back into view. “It would probably be easier to share over food, though.”

Looking between her parents, Angie frowned. What in the worlds could they be talking about? She was dying with curiosity, wanting to know what was going on. “Or you could tell me now? What’s going on?”

Carlos gave Angela a smile. “I think it can also be a lesson in patience,” he teased her gently. “It’s okay, honey – there’s plenty of time. Your mom’s food smells really good – we should dig in before it gets cold, don’t you think?”

He turned to lead her to his little dining area where he had pulled up an extra chair from his desk so that there were three places to sit. “What do you guys want to drink? I have soda, coffee, juice…”