Week 5, Post-Execution: Max

[withsadness]

[So now that Sei and Mutsu have sacrificed themselves for the greater good (the greater good being Mary and Akira), she and Max have some business to attend to! It's fine, probably. She'll just be scribbling for some stress relief.]

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[concertmaster]

[his only pick to be real but. sh. that's too feelings-y]

You should be.

[he's joking. (probably.) he hands back her sketchbook since he no longer has to bonk her]

You're a good kid, Mary. A little bit messed up, but I've never met a kid who wasn't majorly fucked up in one way or another.

[max you're ten]

I think working with you would be... fun.

[withsadness]

I do, too.

[She's glad that he didn't want to stop being her friend after what she did. She's glad that maybe she won't have to be alone like she thought she would. All of a sudden, even though she felt so sad not so very long ago, things feel much brighter. In the end, as long as you have someone, it doesn't matter what happens all around you.

At least, that's always been her truth. All she's ever needed was one.]

I can get better at knitting, and we'll leave body doubles everywhere, and it would be really funny!

[concertmaster]

Knitting doubles of Players and Noise, too. Freak 'em out a little bit.

[but look, he pokes her again]

But seriously. Think on it. This is a permanent move we're talking about.

[withsadness]

I like the idea of a permanent move over a temporary one. I don't like when things end.

[Anthy told her that everything has to end, but...even if it's logical or correct, that doesn't necessarily mean that Mary wants it.]

But I will. I'll think it over very seriously and give you a very serious answer!

[concertmaster]

Everything ends some day. But getting some extra time isn't a bad thing.

[that's saying a lot from mister "death will be nothing and it'll be great]

Okay, good. Make sure you seriously think about it. We'll still be friends no matter your answer.

[he is ... calling her... a friend.... gasp]

[withsadness]

[I'm sorry, Max. A hug is happening. She can't stop herself, even though he knows he's not the touchy-feely type. Her sketchbook falls from her lap as she flings her arms around him.]

Friends no matter what! It's a promise!

[concertmaster]

[ WHY THIS

He kind of stands there awkwardly letting it happen for a second before he pats her on the back a few times. But he doesn't remove her!!! Progress. ]

... Yeah, yeah, don't make such a big fucking deal out of it. I wouldn't have offered the other thing if we weren't, christ.

[withsadness]

[This is the hell that he's chosen to (potentially) live with.]

Okay! I won't! It'll be our secret!

[One final squeeze for good measure and then she lets him go. This is fine. This is gonna be fine!!!]

[concertmaster]

The friend part isn't a secret. ...But yeah, keep the other one to yourself.

[obv...iously... either way once she lets go, he shoves his hands back in his hoodie :/ comfort pose]