[A box is left outside of Max's door. It's actually surprisingly well wrapped with a ribbon. Someone out effort into decorating it. Inside is Max's gift. A cake knife and slice. Obviously made at the forge.]
MERRY XMAS MAX. I MAD THIS. HOPE U LIKE IT. ITS FOR CAKE. REN X
[The box is so well wrapped that, at first, Max doesn't suspect it came from Ren. She just didn't seem the type for gift wrapping. But once he gets it open... well, there's no doubt anymore. Poor Ren is barely literate sometimes, jesus... but she's also damn talented. These knives are incredible!
He will set them out to display proudly and prominently on the counter of his new cafe. And will tell anyone who asks exactly where they came from. Maybe Ren will get a few new orders.]
[ As promised, Keyleth delivers a large wicker basket full of fresh, organic, druid grown fruits and vegetables to Max's door, along with a small selection of homemade flower syrups and a bag full of colorful edible flowers. Somewhere amid the cornucopia is a note that reads "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND ALSO YULE FROM KEYLETH" with an addendum beneath stating "and also from Vax for the tomatoes!"
In its own little tied bag is a bottle of her Summer's Kiss infusion, specially blended to be as strong as she could make it, with a handwritten card tied around the neck of the bottle: Add one spoonful to a drink daily or as needed. Works faster if added to warm liquids! ]
[Beautifully wrapped in a small box left outside his door, Max will find a white silk cravat, along with a diamond cravat pin from those of Akeldama's own collection that were returned to him.
There's also a note in beautiful cursive:]
My dearest Max,
Wishing you the season's greetings, and thinking of you at the start of a new year.
[Max smiles as he lifts the gorgeous silk cravat from the box and strokes his finger over it. Then, his eyes go a little wide when he takes up the pin that accompanies it. That's a real diamond (and a big one). It's beautiful and so tasteful. just like the man who gifted it. Max finds himself hoping his own gift, ironically another cravat pin, will live up to these same standards.
Regardless, Max is looking forward to showing Akeldama just how much he loves it, by wearing it around the next time they meet. He puts it on now, just to practice and make sure he still remembers how to tie it. He does. And it looks amazing.]
[From Jackie, Max will find nothing but a card, slipped through the letter box of his cafe.
It's one of the business-card like cards with a blank back that Jackie has ordered to advertise with around town once they actually open their business. On the back, it reads:]
[Max picks up the card and carries it with him into his brand new office at the back of the cafe. He sits down with it, contemplating what it might mean.
Max only has one body modification. The brand. Jackie is offering to remove it. Remove the symbol of his old Master's claim over Max. The significance of that does not escape Max's notice. Would Jackie seek to replace it with their own? No... that's assuming too much.
Max told Chell, not too long ago, that he hadn't sought to remove the brand yet because it didn't feel right. He's still not sure it does. So, for now, Max will tuck the card into his wallet and leave it there. He needs some time to think about it.]
[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Max's door with a tag tied to the basket.]
[Max knew right away who they were from without needing a card. He helped her learn to make them after all. He felt a surge of pride when he bit into one and tasted it. She did a great job.
He didn't mean to, but he definitely ate all of them in under five minutes. It was just what he needed on a morning like this. Today being what it was...
[Max is lounging in his extra big bed, alone at the moment thankfully, when the text comes through. He sits bolt upright, reads it three times to be sure he's not misinterpreting it, then types something back with shaking fingers.]
I'm so sorry Jackie. I'll tell them today.
[The sooner the better, he thinks. Just... as soon as he figures out what to say.]
[ It is WELL after Yule when Max gets a late package (NO NOT THAT ONE GOD) delivered to his room. A small box contains a set of collar pins and unusual cufflinks, and a wide glass jar holds a collectionofsugar doilies. There is, of course, a letter, carefully penned in Astarion's elegant handrwriting. ]
I happened upon these in the market, and thought the sugar lace would make a very find addition to your cafe, should you wish to duplicate them. As I understand it, they're meant to float on the surface of tea, or decorate pastries and sweets.
A belated but no less merry Yule to you, Max, and may you enjoy many more.
[He lets out a low whistle when he opens the box and finds the collar pins and cufflinks. They are beautiful. Max expects nothing less of a man with such fine taste. But the pins, especially, are nice. He's never considered wearing something like that before. Why not, he wonders belatedly. They look stunning.
As much as he likes his accessories, he has to admit it's the sugar doilies that excite him most. What a wonderful idea! How could he have forgotten them? That's just the kind of thing his new cafe needs. He's touched that Astarion thought of him like this.
He picks up his tome and writes out a response:]
Thank you dearly for the Yule gifts. I love your idea for the sugar lace. It's perfect for my cafe.
Speaking of, Lioriley will be working there in the kitchen some days. I don't think either she or I would mind if you wanted to come by and see her there. I can save a seat in the sun for you.
As regards our Previous Conversation on the subject, I have written down here everything I can divine from Memory or the limited available avenues of Research on the matter of Plum Cake. I hope you will find it satisfactory in beginning your own experiments on the Topic.
Your humble amateur Colleague in the field of Cookery,
J. Flint
[On the following page he has written a plum cake recipe.]
[Max reads it through several times with a huge smile on his face. It's so... delightfully formal. It's hard to imagine this note came from the same hands that gave him bruises around his ribs in the dojo. A pirate but with perfect penmanship. And that sign off! Colleague in the field of cookery! Max is so tickled by that.
In a similarly elegant script, Max sends a reply:]
Dear J. Flint,
Thank you so much for your letter. I'm excited to get to work trying that recipe. Any day it might please you, come down to my cafe around three and we can spend some time perfecting it together. No need to call ahead. You're always welcome.
[ The sky is dark, nighttime has set in, though it's not too late yet, when Max's tome would alert him that someone was trying to make contact.
Maria had given this some thought, at great length actually and there was no one else she would trust with such a thing. Her voice, foreign and strange as always she spoke. ]
[This is a surprise. It's been some time since they spoke last. But, it's not an unwelcome call. Far from it. Just that... of all the people to get a booty call from? She's not who he'd expect.]
Oh? Uh. Sure. I'd love to. Where would you like me to meet you? Can't be my room, I've got a couple of extra people in my bed these days.
[He says that with some fondness. Rowan and Lucas have basically moved in at this point and he can't be happier about it. But, it does make unplanned escapades a little harder to pull off in here.]
[All right. So Cassandra is a little bit nervous. She hasn't done much of this... calling people specifically as an invitation for sex. What she's been told is known as a booty call. But Max is adorable and fun and they'd had an amusing time trying out their edible lingerie and laughing about it. Also he's terribly hot.
So it's after hours at Hysterium, and she's cleaning up and setting up for the next night on her own, this time... still dressed in the dark blue silk dress she'd been wearing to work. So there's no time like the present, right? Out comes her tome and]
I was wondering, Max. If you might like to join me for a nightcap. [She bites her lip before giving him a playful little smirk.] And then take thorough advantage of having the place to ourselves.
Zevran assumed Max was serious, but it sure as hell didn't matter one way or another as the elf slammed his tome shut, pulled on one of his new outfits from Glinda - a black button up shirt, halfway open and tucked into black high waisted pants, and a pair of boots - and meandered down the hall, stopping at Max's door and then deciding that waltzing right in would be predictable and not nearly as amusing.
So he backtracked, wandered out of the castle and scanned along the wall until he saw the patio jutting out from the room he presumed had to belong to Max. After climbing up decided to just make himself at home, taking a seat in one of the chairs and propping a leg onto the table, resting his chin on a closed fist as he peered through the glass door and waited for Max to notice.
Oh, Max was very serious. Any time he can get some, he's onboard. So, he was fully expecting Zevran to show up. He just was not expecting HOW. See, silly him, he expected the man to use the door like a normal and sane person.
After a little time had passed, Max, getting somewhat concerned that maybe he was about to be left hanging after all, got up from his seat in the kitchen to grab himself a book in the main room. That's when he spotted the shitbird man lounging on the patio furniture like he owned the place.
"What-?" Max slid open the door and gaped at Zevran. "How the hell did you even get up here? We're on the second floor!"
At the end of yet another long short-staffed shift, Max drags himself up the stairs of cafe to the loft bedroom. God is he glad this is here at a time like this. Just walking home feels like too much effort at the moment.
Besides, walking home would give him too much time to think about the reason why he's so short-staffed in the kitchen. Dimitri, Raleigh, Chell... all gone. No goodbyes. No trace. Just gone.
He needs a drink.
Bedside table is the first place he looks. There's a bottle there but there's hardly more than a sip left in it. He doesn't even bother with a glass, just turns the whole thing up into his mouth. Tossing the empty aside on the bed, he goes to the next stash spot, bottom drawer in the wardrobe. But he's greeted with yet another nearly empty bottle. What? How?
Has he been draining them to nearly empty just to leave the last dregs for next time? Wouldn't he remember that? He should have remembered to get more in that case.
With a disgruntle grunt, he throws down the early empty bottle and goes to his desk drawer. There should be a one-shot bottle of Jameson waiting as a back-up...
He finds the bottle. It's empty too.
"What the hell!?" he screams, throwing the bottle against the wall. Miraculously, it doesn't shatter, just bounces off and skitters across the carpet.
Frustration builds in his chest. His fists ball at his sides. He just wants a good drink! He just wants to forget that his friends have disappeared and left him here with a significantly empty kitchen! He wants to forget that his dream is falling apart around him right now. And he can't even find a bottle in his own room. It's enough to bring him to his knees in the middle of the floor, sobbing into his hands.
The workload is exhausting, pulling doubles to help keep things going at the café. That would be enough for any one of them, really, but to add to the problem is the reason why they are having to cover more than one shift. Chell, Dimitri, and Raleigh, all gone. No way to contact them by tome, their rooms empty. Lucas had kept his fretting to himself, especially concerning Chell. Had she discovered something that made the fae cast her back home? If he had been investigating alongside her, would it have happened?
He wasn't the only one worrying. Max, he knew, was shouldering the bulk of it. The café is his dream and now it's a race everyday to keep it up and running. Lucas had noticed too, that the man's go to way of dealing with it was at the end of a whiskey bottle. So over the weeks he'd been pouring out parts of the bottles he could find. Maybe it could keep Max from going too far?
Or maybe not.
He's halfway up the stairs to the loft room when he hears the bottle clank against something and Max's scream, followed by sobbing. with a racing heart Lucas takes the rest of the stairs two at a time and yanks the door open in a hurry.
"Max!?" The sight is enough to freeze the blood in his veins, before he forces himself to stagger forward and throw his arms around the man. "Max, talk to me!? What's going on?"
[The second half is appreciated but almost not necessary. After the panicked couple of days Max had worrying about Lucas, and then the worry continuing after his return, Max is uncharacteristically uninterested in hooking up. But, this does make him curious.]
After talking with Lilith, Rowan puts their tome down, sitting curled up in one of the chairs in their room. They know Max means well, they said the same to Lexa, but how has he managed to upset another one of their friends? And how do they explain this without bringing Timber into the equation, who they promised Lilith to keep quiet about.
When Max comes home they're still there, a pensive look on their face, but after a moment, they do stand to greet him, trotting over to kiss the corner of his lips with their usual affection, even if they still seem a little distracted. "Welcome home. Come and sit with me a minute, once you got yourself sorted?" They request, gently tugging on his arm, before stepping away so he can come in properly.
They've been together long enough now that Max can sense there's something different in this greeting. A tension in the room. So, he's relieved when they ask him to sit because it means whatever it is, they can talk about it.
"Okay," he says quietly while he loosens his tie and removes his belt and shoes. The rest can stay for now. He takes a seat at their side.
[He gave it a couple weeks hoping that that would blunt the edges on this a little, and maybe it has, but Quentin feels exactly as raw and guilty about it as he did the day he woke up as himself again.]
I'm. Um. I'm just really fucking sorry for how I treated you? I know I wasn't myself, I know a lot of people weren't themselves, I just. Am really really sorry.
When Rowan drags themself back to the room they're not drunk, not really. It'd take more than most of a pitcher of beer for that. But they're definitely not sober either. And in more pain than they'd like to admit. That didn't go well. Or perhaps it did. They're not sure. There's a clear path forward now, but it's not one they want to take.
They fumble with the door a little before pushing it open, both hoping Max and Lucas are out, and at the same time hoping they're in. They don't want to talk about this, but they do want the comfort of their mates.
...Maybe Max has a bottle of whiskey somewhere. Then they can finish the job that the beer started. Grey eyes dart to the kitchen, before finally doing a sweep of the room as they kick the door closed behind them, checking to see if they're alone or not.
Max had been reading at the desk and dozed off with his cheek plastered to the pages. Groggily, he stirs and turns to see Rowan. He can tell instantly that something is wrong, so he sits up and reaches for them.
Having been invited, it doesn't take long for Marcus to take advantage of Max's offer to drop by his room and help himself to baked goods. The fact that Max isn't there when he does it makes no difference - some might scruple and raiding a man's goodie stash when he isn't present, even if invited, but Marcus has never had that particular principle.
Which means that Max will return one day to find Marcus leaning on his table and eating whatever cookie was closest to hand. He gives his unwitting host a wave with the half-eaten cookie and swallows, not at all embarrassed to be found here. "Evening."
( Night Sky nearly drops her tome when she finally gets a hold of Max. )
Max. Hi. I'm looking for a third for a threesome and the guy - do you know Heisenberg? - anyway. He has a huge cock and, uh, you have a huge cock sooo... ( DO THE MATH. )
[Max blinks in surprise as he takes all that in. Well, he has said before that he's very open to being anyone's third. That's finally paying off for him.]
I don't think we've met before. But how can I say no to a recommendation like that?
[If large cocks are what she desires, who is he to turn down an offer? Not like he hasn't fucked people on the first day meeting them before.]
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Date: 2020-12-30 12:25 am (UTC)MERRY XMAS MAX. I MAD THIS. HOPE U LIKE IT. ITS FOR CAKE.
REN
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Date: 2021-01-02 09:17 pm (UTC)He will set them out to display proudly and prominently on the counter of his new cafe. And will tell anyone who asks exactly where they came from. Maybe Ren will get a few new orders.]
Special Delivery!
Date: 2020-12-30 07:03 pm (UTC)In its own little tied bag is a bottle of her Summer's Kiss infusion, specially blended to be as strong as she could make it, with a handwritten card tied around the neck of the bottle: Add one spoonful to a drink daily or as needed. Works faster if added to warm liquids! ]
Yule Gift
Date: 2020-12-30 09:30 pm (UTC)There's also a note in beautiful cursive:]
My dearest Max,
Wishing you the season's greetings, and thinking of you at the start of a new year.
Yours etc,
Akeldama
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Date: 2021-01-02 09:41 pm (UTC)Regardless, Max is looking forward to showing Akeldama just how much he loves it, by wearing it around the next time they meet. He puts it on now, just to practice and make sure he still remembers how to tie it. He does. And it looks amazing.]
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Date: 2020-12-31 05:17 pm (UTC)It's one of the business-card like cards with a blank back that Jackie has ordered to advertise with around town once they actually open their business. On the back, it reads:]
Voucher for one (1) free bodymod removal.
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Date: 2021-01-03 06:51 am (UTC)Max only has one body modification. The brand. Jackie is offering to remove it. Remove the symbol of his old Master's claim over Max. The significance of that does not escape Max's notice. Would Jackie seek to replace it with their own? No... that's assuming too much.
Max told Chell, not too long ago, that he hadn't sought to remove the brand yet because it didn't feel right. He's still not sure it does. So, for now, Max will tuck the card into his wallet and leave it there. He needs some time to think about it.]
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Date: 2021-01-02 05:36 am (UTC)Many blessings to you this new year.
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Date: 2021-01-03 07:08 am (UTC)He didn't mean to, but he definitely ate all of them in under five minutes. It was just what he needed on a morning like this. Today being what it was...
A little later, he sent her a text.]
Donuts turned out great! Thanks!
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Date: 2021-01-10 07:40 am (UTC)You now have my permission to tell them and Lucas; nobody else. Present it well.
[That's it. That's the message.]
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Date: 2021-01-10 04:53 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry Jackie. I'll tell them today.
[The sooner the better, he thinks. Just... as soon as he figures out what to say.]
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Date: 2021-01-13 07:47 pm (UTC)I happened upon these in the market, and thought the sugar lace would make a very find addition to your cafe, should you wish to duplicate them. As I understand it, they're meant to float on the surface of tea, or decorate pastries and sweets.
A belated but no less merry Yule to you, Max, and may you enjoy many more.
Astarion
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Date: 2021-01-15 05:29 pm (UTC)As much as he likes his accessories, he has to admit it's the sugar doilies that excite him most. What a wonderful idea! How could he have forgotten them? That's just the kind of thing his new cafe needs. He's touched that Astarion thought of him like this.
He picks up his tome and writes out a response:]
Thank you dearly for the Yule gifts. I love your idea for the sugar lace. It's perfect for my cafe.
Speaking of, Lioriley will be working there in the kitchen some days. I don't think either she or I would mind if you wanted to come by and see her there. I can save a seat in the sun for you.
Thanks again!
Max.
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Date: 2021-02-03 09:01 pm (UTC)My Dear Sir,
As regards our Previous Conversation on the subject, I have written down here everything I can divine from Memory or the limited available avenues of Research on the matter of Plum Cake. I hope you will find it satisfactory in beginning your own experiments on the Topic.
Your humble amateur Colleague in the field of Cookery,
J. Flint
[On the following page he has written a plum cake recipe.]
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Date: 2021-02-06 02:32 pm (UTC)In a similarly elegant script, Max sends a reply:]
Dear J. Flint,
Thank you so much for your letter. I'm excited to get to work trying that recipe. Any day it might please you, come down to my cafe around three and we can spend some time perfecting it together. No need to call ahead. You're always welcome.
Your excited colleague in the field of cookery,
Max Maximum
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Date: 2021-02-08 11:43 am (UTC)MAX.
WHAT DO TOFU AND A DILDO HAVE IN COMMON?
[Joke Hour.2 is now open.]
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Date: 2021-02-08 02:33 pm (UTC)What?
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Date: 2021-02-10 11:12 pm (UTC)Maria had given this some thought, at great length actually and there was no one else she would trust with such a thing. Her voice, foreign and strange as always she spoke. ]
Max, my dear, might I meet with you... Tonight?
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Date: 2021-02-10 11:43 pm (UTC)Oh? Uh. Sure. I'd love to. Where would you like me to meet you? Can't be my room, I've got a couple of extra people in my bed these days.
[He says that with some fondness. Rowan and Lucas have basically moved in at this point and he can't be happier about it. But, it does make unplanned escapades a little harder to pull off in here.]
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Date: 2021-02-11 05:58 am (UTC)So it's after hours at Hysterium, and she's cleaning up and setting up for the next night on her own, this time... still dressed in the dark blue silk dress she'd been wearing to work. So there's no time like the present, right? Out comes her tome and]
I was wondering, Max. If you might like to join me for a nightcap. [She bites her lip before giving him a playful little smirk.] And then take thorough advantage of having the place to ourselves.
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Date: 2021-02-11 05:02 pm (UTC)Sounds like a nice night to me. I'll head over and meet you. Should I bring any fun goodies with me this time?
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Date: 2021-03-12 01:34 am (UTC)What have you got in mind?
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Date: 2021-03-23 07:52 pm (UTC)"Gladly."
Zevran assumed Max was serious, but it sure as hell didn't matter one way or another as the elf slammed his tome shut, pulled on one of his new outfits from Glinda - a black button up shirt, halfway open and tucked into black high waisted pants, and a pair of boots - and meandered down the hall, stopping at Max's door and then deciding that waltzing right in would be predictable and not nearly as amusing.
So he backtracked, wandered out of the castle and scanned along the wall until he saw the patio jutting out from the room he presumed had to belong to Max. After climbing up decided to just make himself at home, taking a seat in one of the chairs and propping a leg onto the table, resting his chin on a closed fist as he peered through the glass door and waited for Max to notice.
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shitbirdman lounging on the patio furniture like he owned the place."What-?" Max slid open the door and gaped at Zevran. "How the hell did you even get up here? We're on the second floor!"
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Date: 2021-03-24 02:49 pm (UTC)Besides, walking home would give him too much time to think about the reason why he's so short-staffed in the kitchen. Dimitri, Raleigh, Chell... all gone. No goodbyes. No trace. Just gone.
He needs a drink.
Bedside table is the first place he looks. There's a bottle there but there's hardly more than a sip left in it. He doesn't even bother with a glass, just turns the whole thing up into his mouth. Tossing the empty aside on the bed, he goes to the next stash spot, bottom drawer in the wardrobe. But he's greeted with yet another nearly empty bottle. What? How?
Has he been draining them to nearly empty just to leave the last dregs for next time? Wouldn't he remember that? He should have remembered to get more in that case.
With a disgruntle grunt, he throws down the early empty bottle and goes to his desk drawer. There should be a one-shot bottle of Jameson waiting as a back-up...
He finds the bottle. It's empty too.
"What the hell!?" he screams, throwing the bottle against the wall. Miraculously, it doesn't shatter, just bounces off and skitters across the carpet.
Frustration builds in his chest. His fists ball at his sides. He just wants a good drink! He just wants to forget that his friends have disappeared and left him here with a significantly empty kitchen! He wants to forget that his dream is falling apart around him right now. And he can't even find a bottle in his own room. It's enough to bring him to his knees in the middle of the floor, sobbing into his hands.
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Date: 2021-03-24 03:12 pm (UTC)He wasn't the only one worrying. Max, he knew, was shouldering the bulk of it. The café is his dream and now it's a race everyday to keep it up and running. Lucas had noticed too, that the man's go to way of dealing with it was at the end of a whiskey bottle. So over the weeks he'd been pouring out parts of the bottles he could find. Maybe it could keep Max from going too far?
Or maybe not.
He's halfway up the stairs to the loft room when he hears the bottle clank against something and Max's scream, followed by sobbing. with a racing heart Lucas takes the rest of the stairs two at a time and yanks the door open in a hurry.
"Max!?" The sight is enough to freeze the blood in his veins, before he forces himself to stagger forward and throw his arms around the man. "Max, talk to me!? What's going on?"
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Date: 2021-04-02 08:32 pm (UTC)[ Added after her remembers that's sort of how he lured Max to his and Lioriley's room last time. ]
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Date: 2021-04-02 08:37 pm (UTC)[The second half is appreciated but almost not necessary. After the panicked couple of days Max had worrying about Lucas, and then the worry continuing after his return, Max is uncharacteristically uninterested in hooking up. But, this does make him curious.]
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Date: 2021-05-08 08:24 pm (UTC)When Max comes home they're still there, a pensive look on their face, but after a moment, they do stand to greet him, trotting over to kiss the corner of his lips with their usual affection, even if they still seem a little distracted. "Welcome home. Come and sit with me a minute, once you got yourself sorted?" They request, gently tugging on his arm, before stepping away so he can come in properly.
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Date: 2021-05-08 08:30 pm (UTC)"Okay," he says quietly while he loosens his tie and removes his belt and shoes. The rest can stay for now. He takes a seat at their side.
"What's wrong?"
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Date: 2021-05-17 10:31 am (UTC)[Max is so excited to see her he jumps up out his bed where he was lounging, and nearly fumbles his tome out of his hands in the process.]
Oh my god, you're back! Where are you?
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Date: 2021-05-23 10:29 pm (UTC)Re: voice;
Date: 2021-05-23 10:33 pm (UTC)[Were the windows locked?]
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Date: 2021-05-24 01:44 pm (UTC)[There's a bright and cheerful voice of the warlock.]
I have a question for you but it's a touch on the bold side.
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Date: 2021-05-24 01:52 pm (UTC)Re: voice;
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Date: 2021-05-31 08:24 pm (UTC)[He gave it a couple weeks hoping that that would blunt the edges on this a little, and maybe it has, but Quentin feels exactly as raw and guilty about it as he did the day he woke up as himself again.]
I'm. Um. I'm just really fucking sorry for how I treated you? I know I wasn't myself, I know a lot of people weren't themselves, I just. Am really really sorry.
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Date: 2021-05-31 08:32 pm (UTC)[Yes. Just like that. He knows now what was really going on. He put it together for himself pretty quickly.]
I'm okay. Are you?
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Date: 2021-07-02 08:06 pm (UTC)When Rowan drags themself back to the room they're not drunk, not really. It'd take more than most of a pitcher of beer for that. But they're definitely not sober either. And in more pain than they'd like to admit. That didn't go well. Or perhaps it did. They're not sure. There's a clear path forward now, but it's not one they want to take.
They fumble with the door a little before pushing it open, both hoping Max and Lucas are out, and at the same time hoping they're in. They don't want to talk about this, but they do want the comfort of their mates.
...Maybe Max has a bottle of whiskey somewhere. Then they can finish the job that the beer started. Grey eyes dart to the kitchen, before finally doing a sweep of the room as they kick the door closed behind them, checking to see if they're alone or not.
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Date: 2021-07-02 08:10 pm (UTC)"Rowan? What happened? Are you okay?"
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Date: 2021-07-09 09:37 pm (UTC)Re: voice;
Date: 2021-07-09 09:40 pm (UTC)What's on your mind?
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Date: 2021-07-22 10:53 pm (UTC)Which means that Max will return one day to find Marcus leaning on his table and eating whatever cookie was closest to hand. He gives his unwitting host a wave with the half-eaten cookie and swallows, not at all embarrassed to be found here. "Evening."
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Date: 2021-07-22 11:31 pm (UTC)"Oh. Hey there. Glad you found the stash." Max continues in the door and casually saunters into the kitchen, loosening his tie as he goes.
"Did you want a glass of milk? The fudge ones can stick in your throat sometimes."
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Date: 2021-08-05 02:52 am (UTC)Max. Hi. I'm looking for a third for a threesome and the guy - do you know Heisenberg? - anyway. He has a huge cock and, uh, you have a huge cock sooo... ( DO THE MATH. )
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Date: 2021-08-05 03:18 pm (UTC)I don't think we've met before. But how can I say no to a recommendation like that?
[If large cocks are what she desires, who is he to turn down an offer? Not like he hasn't fucked people on the first day meeting them before.]
I'm free any evening.
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Date: 2021-08-12 02:45 pm (UTC)WOT DO A DICK AND A RUBIX KUBE HAV IN COMMON?
THE MORE U PLAY WITH IT, THE HARDER IT GETS.
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Date: 2021-08-12 02:54 pm (UTC)Problem is, I don't know how to solve a rubik's cube. But I know my way around a dick.
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