#interactions: max

[strongwilledsoul]

@nvrcmplt || Ritsu and Max

Perhaps he'd gotten a bit too comfortable in Ritsu's space since they had burst the Sexual Tension bubble between them. Max leaned into Ritsu's space, his chin resting gently atop the archer's as they watched video replays of the most recent Olympic archery competition.

Max had competed with some of these guys before, and he was trying to decide how to feel about the whole thing. He brought his arms up, drapping them over Ritsu's shoulders and locking one hand around the wrist of the other--a light, casual embrace.

"When I beat him in the individuals a few years ago, I warned him about the fact that he drifts slightly to the left when he's sighting...Nice to see he's an idiot who doesn't learn."

[valenciagomez]

@maximoaguilar

"How are you feeling really?" She asked Max with a tilt of her head, the genuine concern on her face. It was announced to the forum that he was a father and while she's sure he was told beforehand, she was sure he may have been overwhelmed by the thought. Furthermore, his best friend Emmeline was too busy making everything about herself to care how she was possibly affecting those around her. "Like... actually... are you doing alright?"

[strongwilledsoul]

@nvrcmplt || Continued (X)

Max had spent a lot of time in Japan, but he was still a foreigner. His Japanese was impeccable, and he'd always done his utmost to adhere to the rules of etiquette where he could, but there were still places that were more or less 'off-limits' to him.

And the onsen had been one. There were tourist friendly onsen, sure, but having tried to experience one, he'd learned very quickly why the genuine ryokan were so adverse to foreigners. The disrespectful tourists were loud and obnoxious, ruining the entire experience for everyone else.

So when Ritsu had come to him with this offer, Max had more or less jumped at the opportunity. He had gracefully endured being introduced to several people Ritsu had known for years--even going so far as to apologize for intruding in their space.

By the time they finally got to the baths, Max was more than ready to destress. For his part he wasted no time changing, bathing thoroughly, and moving on to the baths. The water was hot to the point of nearly scalding, but Max gratefully sunk in up to his chest, his towel dropped onto the side of the bath. He closed his eyes and spent a few seconds adjusting to the temperature, getting lost in the sound of running water--drip drip drip.

He only looked up when he heard the telltale sound of Ritsu's feet against the wet stones. He cracked his eyes open and took the man in as he sank into the water. Max was hardly shy about letting his eyes linger for a moment or two before closing them again.

"I have nothing planned for that week, so I could be convinced to go..." Max offered. "I've seen competitions before, but never at the high school level--only master level show competitions." It was a beautiful art form, and an incredible style of archery. Seeing the masters at work had been impressive to say the least.

"I struggle to imagine that a high school competition could measure up to true masters of the art." Max mused. Though he must admit that there was a certain appeal to wandering the grounds where Ritsu had honed his art...Call it a desire to develop more insight. Not that he'd ever admit it aloud.

"I suppose I could tolerate seeing how Japan cultivates its next generation of archers." Smooth.

[strongwilledsoul]

❛ don’t be rude. share your gummy bears. ❜ eita n max

They had left the gas station miles behind them now. Max had taken the opportunity to stock up on some road snacks while Eita filled up the RV’s annoyingly massive gas tank. Now they were zipping along down a nearly empty European motorway. Max had his feet pulled up on the passenger seat, watching trees pass by against a non-descript, countryside. He plucked one gummy bear, then another in his mouth as the miles ticked away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a hand encroaching on his territory from the driver’s seat. Max shifted his gummy bears just a bit further out of reach. Seemingly undeterred, Eita leaned a bit further, extending his reach.

Max reached out and gave it a ginger little smack, prompting Eita’s complaint.

“Rude is trying to take without asking,” Max declared. “Perhaps next time, plan ahead and buy your own travel snacks. Aren’t you the expert at road trips here?” Joking as he was, Max was aware that there was likely food in the RV somewhere that Eita was unable to access due to being the only one present who had a driver’s license.

“But I’m a gracious and generous demigod, consider these sweet treats my payment for the ride.” Max tilted the bag Eita’s direction. “You’re welcome.”

[strongwilledsoul]

❝ I swear, if you don't keep all future games PG-13, I'm going to drain you dry! ❞ Niko threatened Max as he folded his arms over each other. They were currently hanging out at Lian's residence in the basement where he had now moved into. While there wasn't much to do, they did have some fun with riddles and stupid games like 'truth or dare' but for all things holy—why did he have to be so indecent?! ❝ Why do you have to be so damned gross?! ❞

“Drain me dry, huh?” Max asked, tone cloyingly sweet and innocent despite the fact that he had just turned yet another statement completely filthy. It was an innate ability of his, turning innocent things into something sin-worthy and perverted. A close friend of his had often lamented the ability. Max leaned forward, propping his chin up on the back of his hand as he stared Niko down with those twinkling, golden eyes of his.

It was entirely too fun to watch his poor friend squirm.

He scoffed at the accusation, however. “You are entirely familiar with my curiosity by now. It isn’t as if it’s limited to strictly the pure, obvious things such as ‘Oh, I wonder what species of supernatural being Niko may be.’” Max chided, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m a child of the god of medicine and healing. I can sense your death from here.” Though here was hardly a remote distance. If Niko would let Max touch him, his power would give him far more intimate details of the state of his decomposition.

“You can hardly fault me for wondering if, in your stalled state of decomposition, Little Niko still works as intended.” As if Niko needed a visual aide, Max sloooooowly uncurled his index finger from under his chin.

Boing.

[strongwilledsoul]

Ritsu stepped out of the academy's hall with a yank of the doors behind him. Locking the dojo up for the night was a nice ritual for him, after checking everything over, marking down the amount of students shots and then finally cleaning everything with the new wax bought for the flooring, Ritsu was finally free of his weeks duty. Stepping back and adjusting his bag strap he honestly jolted nearly out of his skin at the sight of Max on the pathway. "Oh shi-! What the heck." Hand to heart.

He had planned this.

Though Max couldn’t have anticipated the reaction would be quite so dramatic. Ritsu’s rituals made him predictable, so Max knew he would be leaving the hall soon, so he would wait, standing there in silence, bag tossed off his shoulder, evening sun cast against his back like a blessing from his father.

He watched Ritsu step out and lock the door. Max took a step closer. When the archer finally turned, the reaction was legendary. Max chuckled to himself as Ritsu nearly jumped out of his skin, clutching at his chest.

“Well, I intended to see if you’d like to head out and find food, but perhaps we should take you to a doctor first--it appears you’re having a bit of a heart attack.”

[strongwilledsoul]

@airxn​ || Asked for Max for some reason.

“I generally avoid gatherings such as this,” Max mumbled, eyes roving the small crowd in the bar. The supernatural drove him nuts. Things which were not normal seemed to lead to one of two outcomes: either he ended up in an obnoxious, pointless fight, or his curiosity got the best of him, he asked a callous, offensive question which would then start an obnoxious, pointless fight.

“This many...entities...in one place is inviting chaos and destruction,” he mused to the man sitting next to him. Everywhere he looked, the faint glow of something magical or ancient radiated from a body or object. It was a bit dizzying. He continued sipping his water.

“I imagine your bar brawls are a spectacle to behold.”

[strongwilledsoul]

@kncklheads​ // Starter Call

The pretty boy looked familiar. And not just because he was glowing in a way that made Max feel a kinship to him, but there was more than that...

And it clicked.

“Ah. You’re that make-up guy my friends were raving about.”