purrtagonist | [Week 0, Sunday post-execution: Max]

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[Week 0, Sunday post-execution: Max]

[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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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.

[. . . 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]

[

hm]

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.

[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.