[Week 0, Sunday post-execution: Max]

[purrtagonist]

[this is the last fucking PC I'm making for Sunday I swear to god]

[ANYWAY 'SUP MAX, someone is knocking on your hotel room door! normally, at least. he isn't trying to be obnoxious]

[yet]

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[purrtagonist]

[HE IS GONNA GET BACKSTORY FROM YOU IF IT'S THE LAST THING HE DOES, DAMN IT]

That's the cool part. What's the uncool part?

[concertmaster]

[WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY. reluctantly. squints.]

... I... might have potentially made the bonfire because this camp counselor tried to make a stupid-- and kinda racist-- tradition no one gave a shit about happen.

[a beat]

The guy kinda had a breakdown over it, and I didn't want him to shoot up the camp, so. That's why I did it. And then the whole thing exploded.

[purrtagonist]

[wait let him. . . parse this]

So you made a bonfire because a camp counselor was being racist, and he freaked out over your bonfire, so you blew the bonfire up?

[is that the proper line of events]

[concertmaster]

[DON'T MAKE HIM ACTUALLY EXPLAIN THIS]

No, the guy's just-- an idiot. It was this stupid "Indian" bullshit tradition that they did when he was a camper, except not that kind of Indian, he meant natives, and it really wasn't accurate so it was just kind of awkwardly racist, and he'd wanted everyone to participate and be happy and love camp like he did, except no one fucking cared because they're all apathetic assholes and it was raining so it wouldn't even start anyway, and I might have rubbed it in his face when it all went to shit, except the guy had a slight breakdown and got injured so I. Made him a bonfire.

A non-racist one.

... Then it exploded, but I guess he liked it before that.

[he says it all very rushed and gruff, shoving himself deep in his hoodie and, maybe, slightly, sulking.]

Like I said. Guy was this close to shooting up the camp. That's what happens when those happy-peppy-joy types lose their shit. So.

[purrtagonist]

[OH. . . NO. . . MAX]

[is that a hint of caring Akira sees in your cynical coffee-filled heart]

Ah. . .

Was this guy a friend of yours?

[concertmaster]

Fuck no.

[defensive? a little]

I told you, he was a camp counselor. Not only would that be pathetic, David's the worst. He's the kind of guy who genuinely believes there's good and nice in everyone, that everything always works out and that kids just love camping in a crappy place in the woods because their parents didn't want to deal with them for the summer and never learned how to read the fine print. I spent most of my time in camp trying to get him to get it through his thick head that life sucks.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . well, David does sound like he owns a pair of rose-tinted glasses, but. . .]

Did it work?

[Max's attempt at getting David to realize life sucks, he means. he's going somewhere with this]

[concertmaster]

[


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Who the fuck knows. I'm not in the guy's head.

[and then he gestures at the door]

You should get the fuck out. I've got shit to do.

[purrtagonist]

[he hit a sore spot, huh. . . well. Akira's maxed out plenty of Confidants to understand when he's hit a rank end, at least. he'll file all of this away for later]

All right.

[a pause]

If you have some s'mores ingredients, I'd recommend toasting some marshmallows while you burn our selfies.

[concertmaster]

[he gets a flipped off finger for that




but max did eat s'mores that night]

[purrtagonist]

[HA HA]

[VICTORY]