That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?
straving, but excided!
Starving? Well, my wallet can fix that. Want to go to Wendy’s or something?
*he tilts his head* who’s Wendy?
*Carlos blinks at him* Uh, well, I think she was the daughter of a restaurateur owner or something. He named the chain after her. We can get hamburgers and fries and stuff there.
That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?
straving, but excided!
Starving? Well, my wallet can fix that. Want to go to Wendy’s or something?
Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.
*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!
Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.
*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos
Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.
*he tilts his head, looking slightly confused* you.. have something for me? can we go get it?
Uh, yeah sure. absolutely. Um… are the ducks going to be okay?
yeah, this won’t be the first time i’ve left them alone for a little bit
If you’re sure. My camp isn’t too far away – maybe like a fifteen-minute walk or so.
*he smiles and nods, shoving his hands in his pockets* alright..!
Okay. You got your walking shoes on? Do you want to go now?
i only have the one pair of shoes, but yes!
Alright then. Make sure your tent is all closed up.
*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..
Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*
*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..
*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?
just.. thinking about everything again i guess.. t-this is the first time in awhile that someone actually cared that i died..
*Carlos was shocked by that.* Oh… Oh… I see.
*he nods, looking at the bottle* th-these things happen i guess..
They shouldn’t though. You dying.. that’s not something that should happen.
yet it does again and again and again… *he trails off* i don’t blame them though, even i’m used to it at this point…
Max… stop. Even if you don’t blame them, I absolutely do! They’re picking on a kid – abusing their magic to hurt a ten-year-old. That is not okay!
Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.
*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!
Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.
*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos
Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.
*he tilts his head, looking slightly confused* you.. have something for me? can we go get it?
Uh, yeah sure. absolutely. Um… are the ducks going to be okay?
yeah, this won’t be the first time i’ve left them alone for a little bit
If you’re sure. My camp isn’t too far away – maybe like a fifteen-minute walk or so.
*he smiles and nods, shoving his hands in his pockets* alright..!
Okay. You got your walking shoes on? Do you want to go now?
*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..
Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*
*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..
*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?
just.. thinking about everything again i guess.. t-this is the first time in awhile that someone actually cared that i died..
*Carlos was shocked by that.* Oh… Oh… I see.
*he nods, looking at the bottle* th-these things happen i guess..
They shouldn’t though. You dying.. that’s not something that should happen.
*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..
Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*
*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..
*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?
just.. thinking about everything again i guess.. t-this is the first time in awhile that someone actually cared that i died..
*Carlos was shocked by that.* Oh… Oh… I see.
Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.
*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!
Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.
*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos
Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.
*he tilts his head, looking slightly confused* you.. have something for me? can we go get it?
Uh, yeah sure. absolutely. Um… are the ducks going to be okay?
yeah, this won’t be the first time i’ve left them alone for a little bit
If you’re sure. My camp isn’t too far away – maybe like a fifteen-minute walk or so.
*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..
Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*
*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..
*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?
Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.
*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!
Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.
*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos
Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.
*he tilts his head, looking slightly confused* you.. have something for me? can we go get it?
Uh, yeah sure. absolutely. Um… are the ducks going to be okay?
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