[Week 5, Saturday: Max]

[purrtagonist]

[idk where Max goes after trial, buuuuut]

[Akira is]

[going to ever-so-casually slide up next to him, hands in his pockets, and just stand there silently until Max acknowledges his presence]

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[concertmaster]

Yeah, okay. I still don't share that sentiment, so maybe chill a bit on the rant.

[ he shrugs ]

Some people don't deserve a second chance. Some don't even want it. ... But ultimately, the Game's existence isn't based off the potential of individuals. I think you've got that figured out.

[purrtagonist]

It's been a long day and I have a lot of feelings.

[leave him be!! but]

And, yeah. You're right, and I do. I think everyone else here has figured that out, too.

[concertmaster]

[ that gets him a single exasperated pat ]

Hmm. Something close enough to it, at least.

[ so ]

We both know your hands aren't clean, and you did some shit you're not proud of. That's pretty much how the Game goes. But... That stupid outlook of yours maybe isn't the worst thing for a Reaper to have.

[ shrugs ]

Your Composer had the right idea, sending you here.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . Max is being really nice. the Game must really be coming to an end?? or maybe the world is??? a soft snort]

Did he?

[ha]

Anthy once told me that she only asked to borrow "good" Reapers from other Composers. But everyone's definition was different.

[so]

Now knowing what's at stake-- or, at least, having a good idea of what's at stake-- I guess. . . I'm glad he trusted me enough.

[to send him here. to make him a part of such an important and vital test, despite the things Akira has been forced to do]

[concertmaster]

Personally, I thought it was some kind of fucking joke on his part, sending a baby Reaper.

[he'll never let that joke go jack]

[purrtagonist]

[he isn't a baby anymore Max!! well, he' close]

You also thought I was going to be Erased on the second week here, and yet. . .

[here he is! still alive, by some goddamn miracle]

[concertmaster]

[the most baby]

The UG is just a collection of me being horribly wrong about shit, what can I say.

[purrtagonist]

At least you're handling it well.

[heh]

Thank you, by the way. For all of your help.

[and for everything he's said in this conversation]

[concertmaster]

Like someone quoted me saying: you're fucking welcome for my presence here as neutral judge.

[har har]

[purrtagonist]

Huh. That doesn't sound egotistical at all.

[he's teasing]

[concertmaster]

I know my own worth.

[does... he]

[purrtagonist]

[you know what, Akira will give it to him]

That's actually a good thing to know. It means you don't sell yourself short.

[concertmaster]

I can't actually get much shorter.

[this is his perma-height save him]

[purrtagonist]

Did you make a short joke at your own expense?

[did he]

[concertmaster]

Yeah. Because I'm short. It's not a fucking shock to me.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . wait for it. . .]

You make up for your height by being someone with a personality that can't be overlooked.

[okay you can punch him again now]

[concertmaster]

Is that why your personality is so bland?

[he walked into it]

[purrtagonist]

[DAMN]

I need some ice after that one. . .

[concertmaster]

There, there. I'm sure someone somewhere finds you interesting.

[just. rude.]

[purrtagonist]

Even if they didn't, I'm not going to stop being aggressively me.

[opinions of others don't matter, so THERE]

[concertmaster]

[ a look. ]

And you accused me of being edgy.