It has to...

"Or else I'll forever be the nobody who got shot in the tunnel." { Indie roleplay account for Max Lewinsky of 'Welcome to the Punch'. Will roleplay with anyone from any fandom. I am tracking the tag 'iamnotfuckingasking'. }

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[I’m rereading my whole blog because I think I want to activate Max again, but omg, what are we? What kind of team we make as roleplayers. We are two crazy fuckers sometimes.]

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Oh fuck.... You do. [There's a change in the way he says it that tells it's not a question anymore.] Well that'll make Charles fucking go over the moon...

"On second thought, think I’ll stay in Chicago.Stay farther away from you.” It feels too muchlike Max is making fun of him now—easier torevert to old habits and be a bit of an immaturejerk than confront it.

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"Good. We don't want you back." Lie. He knows. Charles wants Wesley back, that goddam perfect man wants his family whole again and maybe, just maybe does Max want his little brother back. But not the murderer. He can't live with a murderer, he can't even deal with it. Thinking about it makes his weak leg grow weaker.

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You'd say yes? Come on, say it. You die to fucking come back home, right?

He hesitates for a few seconds, and thensuddenly Wesley doesn’t seem to find thisconversation as funny as he once did.

"You know what? Fuck you."

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The fuck I did. I said no. But I'm warning you.

"You’re going to make Charlie cry if you keep refusing to make nice. You’re such a jerk.”

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Charles wants us to see a family counselor.

"—And you agreed with him? Jesus fuck, I might have a heart attack.”

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"Can you help me put on my shoes?"

To have to ask for help stings more than it should, and Charles can barely look up at him as he rubs his useless legs absently. God, this was going to take some getting used to, not being able to walk properly anymore.

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Max had never been one for empathy or if he had been, he had lost this capacity when Sherwood destroyed his life, but seeing his brother like this, hearing him asking for help... it did something to him. He didn't show it of course, he didn't comment either, but he felt it. Without a word he kneeled in front of Charles, swiftly putting the shoes on, put off by the weirdness of it all.

"Where are you going today?".

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HAVE YOU SOME TIME TO TALK ABOUT OUR SAVIOR MAX?

"Hello Max. Been drinking this evening?"

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He grimaces slightly around a mouthful of his drink, fingers tapping against the glass. Honestly, if they could only get along… And Charles understands, he really does—Max is a cop, Wes is a killer. And he loves Wesley, truly he does, and he understands why he’s done what he did but… making Max understand is an impossible thing. He’s given up on trying.

"So much could go wrong, but I’m fine with pretending if you are."

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He was made to catch criminals, to do justice in a world more and more corrupted. Those fucking bastards who thought they could go about and around killing people? Well they haven't met him yet, because never would he condone murder, no matter the reason, no matter if there is a just cause behind it.

Murder is murder.

"If you're a chicken, Charles you can go easy. But I won't."

He downs his glass.

"Another please."

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"Hello Max. Been drinking this evening?"

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Though he keeps his mouth shut, Charles still tries to give his brother what he hopes is an encouraging sort of look as he pours two more glasses, setting one in front of Max and taking the other for himself.

"Max, do you remember the last time you challenged me to  a drinking contest? What makes you think this time will end  any better?”

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He tries to do as if he doesn't care, hell he's the best in the family for that kind of shitty indifference, but the look Charles gives him, his presence, it somewhat relaxes him, helps him. He feels his leg stitting and he sighs.

"How worse it can be, two Xaviers drinking till the night ends uh? At least if that useless shit don't come here tonight it may even be a good night."

Yes. That was about Wesley.

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"Hello Max. Been drinking this evening?"

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Well, he doesn’t really need an explanation. What Max says is enough—hell, Charles doesn’t even ask if he wants to talk about it. He isn’t stupid.

"Right, another glass coming up."

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That man is haunting his nightmares and everyone smart enough knowing his story knows that. But he's glad Charles keeps his mouth shut for once.

"I'm up to drink all fucking night. You think you have the guts?"

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"Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you? What do you fucking want? If you have no answer to any of these three questions, you can be on your merry way."

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"Hello Max. Been drinking this evening?"

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"—I’d tell you that’s not a good idea, but I’m not exactly the  best example of sobriety myself. What’s on your mind?”

He really hopes it isn’t Wes—please let it not be Wes.

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"Yea, you're almost as worse as me now. That's fucking concerning knowing you."

There's a pause.

"Sherwood. Now pour me some."

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HAVE YOU SOME TIME TO TALK ABOUT OUR SAVIOR MAX?

"Hello Max. Been drinking this evening?"

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"Nearly not enough. I think I'll have some more."

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[ GOOD I MISSED MAX -hugs his face- ]

[YOU MISSED YOUR STUPID BROTHER DEAR!]

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[ Let’s face it, Wes is the cooler twin. He has guns and his mutation isn’t stalker-ish and his fc is adorable James Mcavoy ]

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fridgemidgets:

If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.

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You there… Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful ❤ (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You're a cutie, thank you!

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A pout formed on his face at that, and Charles tucked his arms around his middle. "Regardless, he's still our brother, Max. We can't turn our back on him." [ hell yeah brothers verse 8) ]

"He’s a fucking criminal, that’s what he is. Broke the laws, killed people. Don’t tell me you’ll just fucking stand there and do nothing? That’s not kindness, that’s downright stupid." 

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"Do you honestly think I want this for him? At least I’m trying, Max. At least I haven’t given up on him. He’s lost his way and gone down a darker path, but we can bring him back.”

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"Oh I wish it was that simple, but I can't let my feelings come first. Try if you wish, but don't bring me into this. I'll stop chasing him, because I respect you, but if Wesley comes on my territory to do his business, there'll be nothing saving him from jail. Not even you."