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@max-answers || why do have gun

    It wasn’t as if there had been anything out of the ordinary with Max lately. He didn’t seem particularly mad or upset as far as David could tell. If that had been the case, maybe he could have anticipated this, at least on some level. Granted, there wasn’t anything in the world that ever could have prepared him for the sight of his beloved son sitting in his room holding a gun. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting to see as he opened the boy’s door with a bowl full of spaghettios for him, to say the least.

If it were anyone else, common sense would have told him to run. He would have dropped the bowl and gotten out of there as fast as he could, hand flying to his phone to call for help, but this was Max. There was no attempt to flee- no attempt to get out of the way. His head tilted to the side, expression taut with concern.

“Max? Why do you have a gun?”

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@knitstars

     “Tadaa!” He burst from his cabin mid-exclamation, spinning around like a child showing off their picture day attire as if Mabel had never seen the garment before in her life instead of being the creator of such a masterpiece. And that’s certainly what David considered the sweater to be. It was a masterpiece in every meaning of the word, and one that David would hold dear to him for as long as he lived, even in the unlikely event that he someday outgrew it. The yarn itched at his skin, but he didn’t particularly mind. It was of a slight discomfort, perhaps, but more than worth it to parade the sweater around prattle on about how talented the camper who made it was.

“It fits me great, Mabel! It’s PERFECT! Oh! I grabbed something for you, too-” He held up a finger as he ducked back into his cabin for a moment to retrieve an official Camp Campbell counselor shirt, holding it out proudly for the girl to take. “You’re not old enough to be a junior counselor JUST yet, but there aren’t any rules against having an ASSISTANT counselor. So, what do you say? Do you want the job?” The shirt presented would be more than a little large on the child, but it was the smallest size available.

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@txbularisms || pogs??? pogs

     While initially confident in his abilities to play the game despite never having anyone to play with back home on account to his general unpopularity with other students at school, not much of that confidence remained as he lost his last of his pogs to the other. His mouth hung open in disbelief until he suddenly snapped his mouth closed, scowling in an attempt to contrast the shock he’d shown, not wanting the other boy to laugh at him for it. A roll of his eyes was given as he crossed his arms in an overly dramatic fashion.

“Whatever! This game is so stupid, anyway! Who cares about a buncha dang MILK CAPS?”

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@max-answers || junior counselor

     “MAX!” He yelled as he shoved opened the door to the boy’s cabin, frame shaking slightly with the amount of force as the wooden slab tapped lightly against the wall of the cabin. His face was flushed in an obvious look of exasperation, fists shaking slightly as they hovered in the air over his chest, silently fuming for several moments before taking a deep breath as he did his best to calm himself down. That’s it, David. Breathe in, breathe out. 

“Did you swear in front of one of the campers? They’re all out there chanting-” Another deep breath was taken as he prepared himself to repeat the obscenity. “-’fuck’ at each other, Max! What are we going to do? We can’t let them go home to their parents like this! They’ll be furious with us!”

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@gwem || continued from

     He frowned slightly at the other counselor’s reply, but not really because he was hurt by her words. If it were someone else he might have been slightly upset, but he’d learned over time that Gwen said things like that out of love. Well, maybe love was a bit strong of a word, but she said them out of some sort of friendship, at least, even if it was just the sort of friendship you had with your annoying neighbor out of convenience.

His current expression was in place, mostly, because he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about his words, worrying if he’d upset the other in some way. However, it didn’t take long for him to shift back into his cheery demeanor, a small gasp escaping his lips as he clasped his hands together in excitement, smiling brightly.

“Oh, I know! We could go thrift shopping! What do you say, Gwen? It’ll be FUN, and they always have a lot of neat things. Who KNOWS what we’ll find!”

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@radical-counselor-jasper || FIRST DAY ON THE JOB

     “All RIGHT, Jasper!” While he’d been relatively silent as the pair had approached the camp together, the second they made it through the gate, David couldn’t hold in his excitement any longer. His arms were thrown up eagerly into the air as the words escaped him, an especially bright smile gracing his lips as he beamed at the other, practically radiating glee as the sun radiated its warmth to the camp. 

“Are you as excited as I am? I know you don’t like it here as much as you did when you were a kid, but I’m SURE you’ll learn to love Camp Campbell all over again! And it’s always SO MUCH FUN working with a friend! This is going to be the BEST SUMMER EVER!”

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@a-handful-of-muses like for a young david starter (for erin)

     A large roll of his eyes was given when the girl had finished talking. “All right, sheesh, I get it. You don’t gotta tell ME. I know you guys have it better off than us. I mean, flower scouts are STUPID, but at least they’re not as stupid as Camp Campbell. At least you get cookies. All we get is soggy mashed potatoes and weird pudding with hair in it.”

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@uniiversedrifters || continued from

     Initial worry quickly washed away into a forced facade of disinterest as Jasper assured him that he was all right. A roll of his eyes was given as let out a little, sardonic “pff” sound, arms crossing themselves over his chest as a grumpy little pout settled on his face, gaze not quite meeting the others’. It was likely evident how embarrassed he was that he’d shown such drastic concern for the other, despite how desperately he tried to hide it.

“You’re dang RIGHT you shoulda been more careful!” Frustrated look faltered slightly as he paused before he continued, muttering a few more words under his breath as he kicked lightly at nothing in particular. “Nobody ELSE talks to me at this stupid camp.” A small implication that, despite his general hostility, he really did care about and enjoy the company of the other.