You guys are the best! :3
hell no | how about no | eh | kinda cute i guess | that’s adorable | omg omg yes | otp | you’re fucking kidding right i’m dying because of these two
and i’ll also tell you who:
Sasha would rather die (please read that in her accent) than propose to a man. Obviously Max’ll have to do it. Which he will. Eventually.
I don’t see him as the kinda guy who’d care much about marriage — and we don’t know a ton about Sasha, but I suspect she’d want a big one all done up, where she looks gorgeous and everything is like a fairytale. Max’ll go along with it because it makes her happy, but really he think it’s all a little insane. As long as she doesn’t expect him to do anything besides show up and be dressed, he’s fine.
You know, I kinda love the idea of Max being the one who does this. I feel like Sasha probably would, because she’s very much into all the Traditional Womanhood nonsense, but I also kinda love the idea that Max is really particular about cooking and prefers to just take care of all the food himself.
Just because I think it’d be funny, Sasha. Max definitely isn’t afraid of them, obviously, but … he likes to make Sasha feel important and brave by letting her deal with them. Obviously.
And if he’d rather not be in the room while she kills them, that’s just because he’s … trying to play up the fear – that totally doesn’t exist – to make her feel better.
Sasha, actually. Max doesn’t like to leave the house unless he absolutely has to, but Sasha likes to round up her Flower Scout sisters from time to time and go out drinking. Max makes her bring pepper spray and falls asleep around 11 p.m. with his phone on his chest so he won’t sleep through her calling in case of an emergency.
Neither. Max doesn’t believe in eating before noon, and Sasha never plans her mornings with enough time to get ready so she’s always rushing out the door. On days when neither of them have to work, they sleep in until like 3 p.m. and then scrounge for leftovers.
remembers to feed the fish
Sasha has every detail of her life planned to the hour. Max sometimes forgets to change his underwear. If there are fish in that apartment, Sasha’s the only thing keeping them alive.
Sasha! And it’s girly and beautiful, with tiny touches of things Max thinks are stupid but secretly loves that she leaves there for him, like a small embroidered Charizard hanging over the bathroom door and matching black throw pillows with knitted neon skulls.
Ha. No. Get that shit out of their faces.
I feel like everyone headcanons Max with some sort of issues, and I guess I’m not exception, because I totally feel like the kid could have insomnia. Besides, Sasha seems like the kinda gal who’d get a prescription for sleeping pills the second falling asleep got even the slightest bit difficult. (Basically what I’m saying is I am Sasha, apparently. Super lazy and a fan of all sorts of modern comforts. Why work when you don’t have to?)
Sasha. Every day to show off her outfit, and every time she feels cute (which is, obviously, every day), and every time she thinks Max looks cute enough to photograph (which isn’t quite every day, though she reassures him that “bangable hot” and “Instagram hot” are two very different things, and he’s always the first).
Sasha. She was gonna do that whole “wait for the guy to ask you out” thing, but … it’s Max. That wasn’t gonna fucking happen, and after about 7 failed schemes to get him to ask her out, she finally just grabbed him by the strings of his hoodie and dragged him to the Flower Scouts camp for a date.
He hated it. And texted her the next day to tell her that they were never doing that again. And then continued texting her for rest of the summer, and into the school year. And then sometime the next summer he told her to meet him in this clearing full of “flowers and dumb girly shit” (picked out by David, who was delighted Max came to him for help. Max was decidedly less delighted), where he sat her down on a blanket, handed her a spare DS he’d stolen from Neil, and told her they were on a date and not to ask questions.
They played video games until the sun set – Sasha enjoyed the heart-shaped sandwiches and veggies David made for them, but Max refused to touch them and took her pudding in exchange. She absolutely destroyed him.
I don’t think either of them are really “spontaneous.” Sasha would have to plan everything down the last detail and would be stressed about doing anything at the last minute; she hates surprises, which would probably be the only reason Max would be proactive enough to plan anything – because let’s be real, he’s still a dick and would find watching her stress infinitely entertaining – but he hates going places and trying new things. So trips are planned months in advance, to give Sasha time to prepare and Max time to bitch about it.
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