[Week 4, Wednesday: Max]

[purrtagonist]

[sometime after the mission. . . well, someone is here to bug Max again. about the Noise problem]

Irrelevant to Players.

What about Reapers?

Comments

[concertmaster]

Jesus fuck. You're so good-natured it actually hurts me inside to talk to you sometimes.

[purrtagonist]

It isn't like I'm the kind of person who will do things just to get people to like me.

[concertmaster]

I didn't call you desperate, I called you "good-natured".

[purrtagonist]

I had to clear that up, just in case.

[concertmaster]

Because you don't want me to think you're desperate.

[just. proving his point.]

[purrtagonist]

[HEY SHUT UP]

I don't have any more questions for you, so let's hang out. Arcade?

I want to watch you get angry at Dragon's Lair again.

[concertmaster]

[<3]

No. Absolutely not. Fuck that game. The only way I'm playing it again is if I become on of those asshole video game streamers who just suck at games and yell a lot to make money off of Twitch.

[purrtagonist]

Why haven't you done that yet? I think you'd totally rake in the cash.

[concertmaster]

It takes away from my side job of trying to dethrone my Composer with whichever candidate I find adequate.

[purrtagonist]

[huh]

Is that all you do in your spare time, when you're not working Games?

[plot assassinations, he means]

[concertmaster]

Sometimes I listen to my coworkers talk and imagine strangling them with a spoon instead.

[yikes]

[purrtagonist]

[huh]

How does one strangle someone with a spoon?

Don't answer that.

[he kicks at the ground idly]

. . . is your Composer running a Game right now, by the way?

[concertmaster]

[well he was gonna answer that but FINE, I GUESS NOT!!]

Ha ha haaaaa, fuck no. A lot of Games are on pause until this shit is over anyway.

[purrtagonist]

[THIS WOULD MEAN SO MUCH MORE TO HIM IF THIS PC WERE AFTER HE FOUND OUT THE CYOA INFO]

They are? Huh. . . why?

[concertmaster]

Classified.

[ now he knows :) ]

[purrtagonist]

[HE SURE DOES]

I hate that word.

[especially when used to answer one of his questions]

[but, you know. now that Max has mentioned his Composer, and this is way before Akira finds out that Max may be related to some HIGHER ENTITY, he can ask. . .]

. . . what sort of thing does your Composer have you do during his Games, anyway?

[concertmaster]

I know.

[:3. and... he hesitates but shrugs]

Busy work, mostly. He got what he wanted out of the Game I was in, so he went back to forgetting my name and treating me like a kid he can just boss around.

[... i mean he is a kid tho]

[purrtagonist]

[not. going to point that out, but yeah. he is a kid]

That's. . . good, I guess. [he guesses?] If his Game are as bad as you say.

[so Max isn't involved in all the dirty work]

[concertmaster]

Yeah, nothing I love more than helping him along in whatever the fuck scheme he has built up next.

[:|]

[purrtagonist]

[yeah, point]

You should prank him.

Until you find someone to kill him for you, put shaving cream in his shoes every morning.

[concertmaster]

Yeah I've already replaced all of his coffee with mud like, seventeen times. He just thinks everyone makes shitty coffee.

[purrtagonist]

[are you serious]

He doesn't even notice?

[concertmaster]

He's a self-centered jackass.

[a beat]

Also I tell him mine tastes like mud too.

[purrtagonist]

[huh]

He's an idiot.

[which totally makes it easier, and yet all the less satisfying, huh]

[concertmaster]

[yep.]

A colossal one. And yet, here I fucking am.