[ ACCEPTING ] : muse’s reactions !
❛ whoa there , max ! is there something wrong ? oh ! is this a game ? ❜❛ for someone so young , you have quite the strength . ❜
being shoved into a wall was not on david’s things to do , but he wouldn’t say he disliked
it ; this seemed like a fun little game . maybe max was finally warming up to him ? now that
would make his day e v e n better ! then again , what kind of game was played against the wall ?
❛ what’s the point of all of this , max ? ❜( written log ; — against the wall games ) : @machiavellianmax
Admittedly, there was a problem with Max. A problem that only David could solve and it had to do with a specific situation that would require a specific resolution.
Panting, he was panting, most likely from running all the way from his tent to the mess hall, then the counselor’s cabin where he found the redhead.
“Y-You have no idea what kind of suffering I’m fucking going through right now, do you.” It wasn’t a question, it as a statement. Of fucking course David didn’t know.
Max was, of course, a deprived child. A deprived child who sought to quell the urges that drove him mad. And right now those urges revolved around the staggering lack of caffeine on camp..
“We’re out,” he began, hands grabbing at David’s bandanna with a vengeance, closing the distance between their faces to almost nothing.
“We’re out, we’re out- how can we be out. Gwen hoards it, I know that bitch has plenty of it-” he let go, nails scratching at the back of his neck as he glanced around the room, then back at David. “You.”
Mac approached the elder with an accusing look. “Where did you put my coffee? As a matter of fact,” he returned to the other, climbing his tall frame until they were a hair’s breath away once again, “It was one thing to take away my coffee. Stunt my growth and all that bullshit. But now, oh ho now you’ve gone too far motherfucker.”
“Where. Is. My. Coffee. Maker. David.”
❛ max , i have no idea what you are talking about . ❜ he was not lying , he listened
to the young camper rant about something that he would not specify . out of what ?
were they out of toilet paper again ? mash potatoes ? what in heavens could this
child be complaining – oh ! david tried not to grab max and force him down and
off his frame . as much as he loved that max was talking with him , he did not
approve of the camper climbing him like a tree . if anyone saw , one would
become two and two would become three . then he’d be having campers
climbing him and he did not want that to happen . though he didn’t wish to
be forceful , he did place his hands at max’s waist and pulled him off to set
him down on the floor . ❛ coffee maker ? max , i haven’t gone into your tent . ❜everyone knew that max had a coffee maker in his private little tent , he
seen max take it from the mess hall and set it up inside ; he wanted to
return it to quartermaster but he didn’t want to invade max’s privacy .
one of his biggest rules , never enter another camper’s tent without permission .❛ have you asked the other campers , max ? they might have seen it . ❜
( written log ; — against the wall games ) : @machiavellianmax