[Week 1, Wednesday: Max]

[purrtagonist]

[I hear the angry tiny is at the park now!!]

[it isn't hard for Akira to find him. and when he does, he approaches with a wave and a slightly slouched posture, one hand clutching a cardboard cup of. . . something?? hint: it's coffee]

Soooooo.

How goes our babysitting gig?

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[purrtagonist]

[damn it he was getting somewhere]

Next time, then.

[he'll open with that one if he isn't DEAD]

[concertmaster]

[he really wasn't]

Seriously? God, you're needy. Fine.

[purrtagonist]

[let him feel like he was :(]

Don't be so hostile. What else do you have to do on nights like this one?

[concertmaster]

Be free. I don't get days off.

[purrtagonist]

I'm pretty sure that's illegal.

[in the living world]

[concertmaster]

This is a lawless land, Joker.

1/2

[purrtagonist]

Which means there's nothing stopping you from taking a vaca--

[purrtagonist]

Ooooh, except eternal Erasure.

[concertmaster]

You got it, champ!

[with two thumbs up

this is a believable cheer]

[purrtagonist]

[another soft snort, and he stands up, linking his hands together and stretching]

Well, I'll let you get back to your free time. I'd say "same time, same place" for next week, but we'll be somewhere new, so there's no point.

[concertmaster]

[he at least ... almost... maybe? looks mildly amused? in his exasperation???]

If you don't get Erased, sure.

[purrtagonist]

[maybe one day he'll get that exasperation to turn into genuine amusement]

I don't plan on it.

[LATER, MAX]