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@max-williams
jaredrhett:
“His supporters are bad but they aren’t alone. Same thing happened in my country with brexit. It’s unbelievable.”
“I think the best thing we can do is support each other and not let someone with such a closed mind cause our society to regress in its accomplishments towards a more accepting and kinder world.”
jaredrhett:
“Don’t even get me started on Trump. I’m just pissed at everyone that didn’t vote. I’m not a citizen, so I couldn’t vote, and that man’s going to ruin everything for me.”
“That man is going to ruin a lot of things for everyone. I’m still baffled by his supporters, but it is a free country and you can vote for who you like, I suppose.”
oncemore-down-the-rabbithole:
“I don’t watch Criminal Minds.” Mason said with a laugh before he shifted a stood up. “You can’t just go and invade my space.”
“I can if I want to get my dog back.” She walked back towards the house. “And don’t worry, I won’t pay any attention to whatever you’re hiding in there. I’m just here for Ruby.”
jaredrhett:
“It snowed? In Hawaii? Fuck, what is this world coming to?”
“Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. Trump elected president. Snow in Hawaii. I’d say the end in nearing my friend.”
hadleybrogan:
“From a distance? god, she sounds so much like my dad except his idea of protective is throwing credit cards my way and never speaking to me. Go figure.” She shrugs, picking up her fork and taking a bite of her food before giving Max a grateful smile for dropping the subject. “I don’t know. Probably Grammy’s if Dylan doesn’t mind. I can stop by your place that night and we can exchange gifts. You’re going to love what I got you this year.”
“I would love to exchange gifts with you. However, please don’t be offended if mine is something generic this year. With everything...I just haven’t had as much time as I would have liked to do things this year.” Max hated talking about the shooting. If anyone prompted her to talk about it, she would, but it was usually the basic and bland version. “I think it’s going to be a quiet Christmas for me and Ruby this year, unless my dad comes to visit.”
reid-vossler:
“I like everything. Literally, I will eat almost anything. I don’t have allergies either so feel free to make whatever you would like.” Reid sighed as he lifted his injured arm just slightly to show that their had been a bit of progress. “It’s getting there. The doctor says it’s healing nicely and I’m going to start physical therapy soon to get it back to full strength. I just can’t wait to have this sling off.”
“Pizza okay? I can get several. You and your friends just tell me what kinds you like.” It was fast and easy, and who didn’t like pizza? Watching as Reid slowly lifted his arm, Max’s mind flashed back to that night. Taking a deep breath, she let a small smile slip over her face trying to hide the anxiety starting to form, “Looks like you’re doing pretty good. Before you know it, you’ll be back to a hundred percent in no time.”
dylandpls:
“Yeah, well, that’s true.” He nodded. “Oh, that’s good. I’m glad to hear that.” Dylan said, but avoided her question. “I bet this food is a lot better than that crap from the hospital, huh?”
Max noticed he had avoided her question, but let it go, understanding what he was going through, “Oh, so much better. I think I’d cry if I had to eat another meal from the hospital.”
ainsley-munson:
“Jesus, gunshot wounds?” she frowned lightly. “Were you involved in that shooting that happened? I remember hearing all about it… You deserve all the joints in the world for pulling through.” Ainsley accepted the blunt and took a drag, thought her eyes remained on the blonde.
“Uh...yes, I was. And the worst part, besides not being able to verbally communicate was not having real food.” The pot had started to ease up her mind and relax her, causing to be a little less apprehensive about answering questions regarding the shooting.
matthew-ferris:
“Of course! I deserve at least a hug, don’t I?”
“I suppose you can have a hug.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. Pulling away, she looked him over, “Now, where’s my gifts?”
mia-meyers:
When she finished, she took a deep breath, looking over at Max. “Well?” She ran her hand through her hair as she rested her head on her hands. “This is so stressful.”
Max pulled her hands away and the room grew quiet again, until Mia spoke, “This one...this is the one. It’s perfect.”
freyaross:
“…I don’t intend on ever having children, so I guess we’ll never know.”
“Are you okay, Freya? You seem sad.”
freyaross:
“You know me, I’d do anything for some good wine.”
“I feel like you’d probably sell your first born for some good wine.”
matthew-ferris:
“She was a nice lady! And I know it was annoying have her watch over you and all, you have to admit it was a good thing. But anyway, I came here with gifts and not a lecture. But you aren’t allowed to open it until I get a proper welcome.”
“She was a pain in the ass. Grass and dirt is not food, Matthew. Good riddance! Let her go sleep with Alex or something. And wait...I have to work for my presents?”
freyaross:
“Need some help? I can at least swing a baseball bat.”
“Well, surly I won’t have to rely on a baseball bat, but I know he’s got some expensive wine you might like.”
constancexbyrne:
“Mmhm. It must be a very liberating feeling. I talk like I’m being forced into writing one style of poetry over something else I’d prefer more and that’s just not true. However, poetry doesn’t sell as well as novels or what have you so you do have to be mindful of that if you want to make a name for yourself. You have? Perhaps I have heard them, that’d be cool. Oh, um, I’ve released two poetry collections and few pamphlets. Some of my work has been featured elsewhere as well. I could borrow you the books if you want to?”
“It is. I mean I still have my limitations, but for the most part, it’s actually really nice. And I’ve dabbled in poetry slightly. Not enough to want to share it with anyone, so I understand what you’re saying. Poetry’s hard, so props for actually being published and putting your work out there. And I would very much love to borrow the books.”
jaredrhett:
“Well, I like living in America, but I never thought about Hawaii. I picked this place sort of random, just knew it was warm.”
“Hawaii is quite lovely this time of year, even though I did hear they just recently saw snow too. I think, unless you decide to move to the equator. You’re going to be stuck with some snow or colder temperatures.”
