A PRIVATE MISSIVE

[tank_rockarms]

[Private Level 2 to Bros and Bradettes who Max knows are friends with Mac IF YOU THINK THAT MEANS YOU THEN THAT PROBABLY MEANS YOU - Max had to beg someone to help him with this; Raiden or Brock or Falcon or Lash or someone who is better with computers than Max was involved, so really 98% of the school could have stepped in at this point.]

Hey, Mac is going for the championship belt in his boxing league on [DATE GOES HERE] and I'm goin' no matter what.

I bought out an entire row of seats. I get paid for bein' a general and a teacher it's great It's gonna look pretty silly if I'm the only one in the row. If you wanna come along, just tell me. I've got Orange Star transport helicopters. I can take up to an entire platoon's worth of guys along.

And if you can't afford to pay me back for the ticket, don't worry about it.

[/end private missive]

Comments

[surpass.livejournal.com]

I'll be able to pay you back at some point. I think I could manage the fee, however much it is. [All he ever has to buy is normal essentials. FUCK YEAH FREE DORM LIVING.]

You can call me N. You are?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Your name's just one letter? That your nickname?

I'm Max. It has three letters.

[surpass.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid not. That is my full name; N Harmonia.

[He's used to these reactions by now, so he doesn't act with any surprise or retaliation.]

It's a pleasure.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Yeah, nice to meet you, too.

You must have weird parents.