#58

[tank_rockarms]

[Private Level 1 to Char]
Char, where the heck have you been, you missed a football practice and you were scheduled to weightlift this afternoon and you didn't show up. I went by your room but you weren't there.

You were on the schedule.

-Max
[/end "private" message to Char]


[Private Level 1 to Bulba]
Bulba, where the heck have you been, you missed a football practice and you were scheduled to weightlift yesterday and this afternoon and you didn't show up. I went by your room but you weren't there.

You were on the schedule.

-Max
[/end "private" message to Bulba]

Comments

So cool, bro

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

1. Char didn't show up to practice or weightliftin' today, either.

2. Why are you avoidin' Char?

Can't touch dis.

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... Yeah I know he didn't.

Um. I kind of broke the news to him. About the gay thing.

Da-nanana. Da-na. Da-na.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Gay thing what is... oh wait that okay.::

Alright. How'd it go?

If only I had some sweet pants.

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As well as it could have, I guess.

And a tight yellow jacket

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Oh, so he's okay with it?

And weren't a tiny white girl with no rhythm.

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He kicked me out and took off at some point. Your guess is as good as mine.

Re: And weren't a tiny white girl with no rhythm.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

HE WHAT

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... I think I just heard you all the way over here.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

HE WHAT

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MAX CALM DOWN.

I just... screwed up, ok?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

HOW DID YOU SCREW UP

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I don't know! I just waited too long or... I could have said it differently or... I'm just screwed up, I don't know.

Please stop yelling.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

HOW COULD YOU HAVE SAID IT DIFFERENTLY OR SCREWED UP HOW.

WHY DID HE KICK YOU OUT.

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PLEASE STOP YELLING.

I don't know!

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

IM GONNA SLUG HIM

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[gdfhdf MAX. BULBA IS JUST GOING TO GO TO YOUR ROOM.]

[THERE IS KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR PLEASE ANSWER IT.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::THE DOOR IS RIPPED OFF OF THE HINGES::

::BEHOLD MAX, EVERY MUSCLE IN HIS BODY STRAINED (OH GOD HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE THAT HE'S DOING THAT) AND HIS TEETH ARE CLENCHED AND HE'S BREATHING HEAVILY THROUGH THEM::

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[HOLY CRAP.]

....

[NO REALLY HOLY CRAP WHAT DOES HE EVEN DO WITH THIS.]

Max. Max calm down. Max I'm reallly not ready for the whole dorm to hear this conversation please calm down.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::MAX GRABS YOU.

MAX HUGS YOU.

ALL OF YOUR RIBS BREAK.::

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[ALL OF HIS RIBS BREAK. AND POSSIBLY ALSO PART OF HIS SPINE.

OKAY. WELL.

Bulba hugs back.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

IT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE YOU.

::STILL. HUGGING.::

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[ALL OF THE HUGGING.]

... Thanks, Max.

Don't slug him, ok?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::STILL HUGGING::

WHY NOT.

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[HE'LL ANSWER THAT IN A SECOND JUST]

Stop yelling! Please?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Oh look it is a regular type voice and also he is not hugging you as tight anymore so he can actually look down at your beautiful, beautiful bulbaface::

Why not.

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[Oh thank goodness. His ribs thank the heavens. He sighs.]

He's allowed to think whatever he wants.

Hahaha Max actually he sort of did

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

But you're, like, his brother. His teammate. It ain't like you switched sides or nothin'. It ain't right.

We just won't mention that part

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Well he does a lot of stuff I don't like so...

[The frowniest of faces.]

... As long as he comes back, I'll be fine with however he feels about it. It's ok.

Bulba, maybe you don't understand how Max works

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

It ain't right and it ain't okay.

This is... probably true

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I don't think slugging him on my behalf is really going to make it much better, Max.

SUDDENLY! THE REASON APPEARS.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Well how the hell else am I supposed to fix this?