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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, ~~and I don’t see why anyone would~~,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

*by now Max has nearly lowered the entire dress into the fire* hm.

*Carlos senses Max might not want to talk about it anymore
so he goes quiet just to watch the dress burn some more*

This is,, really cool, the fire and stuff.

Yeah, it is. Fire is fascinating. Humans have been playing
with it for God knows how long. It’s amazing what we can do with it, you know?

Yeah, but a lot of damage could be done with it and that kinda sucks.

*hums and nods* Which is why we took safety measures. I’m
glad you could have fun with it, and get what you wanted done.

*the dress had finally gotten Completely into the fire* yeah. *Max tosses the stick into the fire and sat down* what time is it?

*pulls out his phone to look at the time* It’s a little over
half past 9. Does David check in on the campers?

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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, ~~and I don’t see why anyone would~~,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

*by now Max has nearly lowered the entire dress into the fire* hm.

*Carlos senses Max might not want to talk about it anymore
so he goes quiet just to watch the dress burn some more*

This is,, really cool, the fire and stuff.

Yeah, it is. Fire is fascinating. Humans have been playing
with it for God knows how long. It’s amazing what we can do with it, you know?

Yeah, but a lot of damage could be done with it and that kinda sucks.

*hums and nods* Which is why we took safety measures. I’m
glad you could have fun with it, and get what you wanted done.

Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

why not just call it ‘fishing kit’ then? *he glances around the fire pit before sitting*

*Carlos just shrugs* I’m not sure – I’m a scientist, not a
vocabulary expert. *he sits down next to Max*

the english language is weird… alot of things are weird if you think about it *he looked out over the lake* but i guess that’s just life..

Yeah. But part of a scientist’s job is finding explanations
for the weird. Not in language, but in life I mean.

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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, ~~and I don’t see why anyone would~~,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

*by now Max has nearly lowered the entire dress into the fire* hm.

*Carlos senses Max might not want to talk about it anymore
so he goes quiet just to watch the dress burn some more*

This is,, really cool, the fire and stuff.

Yeah, it is. Fire is fascinating. Humans have been playing
with it for God knows how long. It’s amazing what we can do with it, you know?

“Quick, take my hand, it’s urgent!” (whispers-of-change)

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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Her stomach dropped when he laughed. Had she said something wrong? Oh… Well now she felt like an idiot. Wait. Oh. Oh! He was agreeing to this! Okay, good! The changes in her face as he spoke were barely perceptible, but her eyes definitely lit up as he confirmed their plans. “Sounds perfect,” she grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

Carlos smiled to her and nodded. “Alright then. So the
Starbucks? Or do you have another coffee joint in mind? I’m not really picky.”

In all honesty, she really didn’t care for Starbucks. Their coffee was too bitter and always tasted burnt, and the syrup they used for flavoring was way too viscous and all kind of tasted the same. She was probably far more picky than most people were about this kind of thing, and was more of a tea person anyway, but she was enamoured and had been out of town for too long to think of any other good coffee shops. So all she could manage was, “No, no, Starbucks is fine. Starbucks is perfect.”

Carlos nodded again. “Sounds good then! I look forward to
it. Until tomorrow?” He didn’t think they’d quite picked a day, just a time.

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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, ~~and I don’t see why anyone would~~,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

*by now Max has nearly lowered the entire dress into the fire* hm.

*Carlos senses Max might not want to talk about it anymore
so he goes quiet just to watch the dress burn some more*

Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

why not just call it ‘fishing kit’ then? *he glances around the fire pit before sitting*

*Carlos just shrugs* I’m not sure – I’m a scientist, not a
vocabulary expert. *he sits down next to Max*

Uh, kiddo? No offense, but you look kinda sick. You feeling okay?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

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*max shrugs* if your kid likes the camp, ~~and I don’t see why anyone would~~,
then I guess ask her too if you wanna take her out of here. I’d be fine
with leaving but my “parents” don’t have a say in that anymore.

*he looks at Max* What do you mean they don’t have a say? Is
there a contract?

*max was slient and lowered the dress more before shrugging* sorry about my language but, they don’t give a shit. They never did. So David took me in and I can’t leave without him so..

*Carlos felt a little like he’d been punched in the gut,
hearing that Max wasn’t being taken care of by his parents. He felt sorry for
bringing it up*

I’m sorry to hear that. But, I guess you understand… it’s
tough for a guy like David to work at the same time as raising you. He’s… he’s
single, isn’t he?

Yeah, he does a pretty good job though so. And he cares so, can’t complain there.

*nods* Yeah, okay. That’s good – that’s very good.

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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Her stomach dropped when he laughed. Had she said something wrong? Oh… Well now she felt like an idiot. Wait. Oh. Oh! He was agreeing to this! Okay, good! The changes in her face as he spoke were barely perceptible, but her eyes definitely lit up as he confirmed their plans. “Sounds perfect,” she grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

Carlos smiled to her and nodded. “Alright then. So the
Starbucks? Or do you have another coffee joint in mind? I’m not really picky.”