#maxwell-clops

[a-dynamite-digger]

It felt like it took more effort to get to the sinkhole today than it did yesterday, but here he was again, "Westcott? Can you hear me?" ~maxwell-clops

Thankfully the man was around today, finally back from some horrible adventure underground most likely.

"Yes Max, I can hear you."

[chefhiggsbury]

33! ~maxwell-clops

33. Box of chocolates

Boy oh boy, was Chef excited to stumble upon cocoa beans. He had to make a batch of chocolates quick...but after a taste or two of the melted gold his craving for the sweet was sated. He wasn't sure who to gift the chocolates to, when the little deerclops boy came to mind. If Clopswell was able to find limes he'd probably enjoy the chocolates as well. 

Chef had to wander around before finding Maxclops. He ran up to him eagerly and presented the box of chocolates to him "Hey Maxwell-clops! Ya ever tried chocolate before?" 

[chefhiggsbury]

¥~maxwell-clops

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 ( Just like mama! But human size! )Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | noFavorite thing about them: I'm not sure where he got lemons, but this trooper went out and gathered all the ingredients we needed to make key lime ice cream. Least favorite thing about them: Iunno he seems alright to me. 

[a-dynamite-digger]

"Dad and I are still taller than you," Max chuckled, though the hybrid was happy to see his friend happy. ~maxwell-clops

'Let me 'ave my moment Max!" The man pouted.

[chefhiggsbury]

Max's appilcation!

Name: Maximus “Max” Carter-Clops Age: 1 winter Do you like to cuddle?: Yeah! Can we make-out?: Uh, no, A night in or dinner out?: Whatever you wanted! Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Ice cream, though I do kinda wonder what these chocolate-covered strawberries are… What makes you a good Valentine?: I’m nice and strong? Would you cook for me?: Sure, but I’m sure you’d rather do the cooking. Would you let me cook for you?: Of course!

~maxwell-clops

Wilson pats the fluff around clops jr's neck, "I used to like ice cream too, then I discovered chocolate dipped strawberries. They're super good, here have one." 

[a-dynamite-digger]

Ghost! CoD: Max was defending himself against your possessed body!~maxwell-clops

Confusion, waking up over his body. Looking down to see it bloody and broken and Max… Max standing in front of it with literal blood on his hands. 

“M̵a̕x. ̵D̸id… Did you k͡ill͠ me̴?” He asked heartbroken.

[maximusclops-archived-blog]

"You’re probably not contagious," Max looked the man over patiently, "I’m not fully human after all. I appreciate the concern, though." And with that he picked up the amulet, "So where do you want me to put this?"

It was slowly dawning on Max that Wilson had no idea what he was dealing with. He was a man of science, after all, not magic. This clearly wasn’t his strong suit, “You really should see someone about that though.”

[big-bad-wilson]

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"Just over there by the bush, I'll bury it later." Wilson had gotten used to burying his treasures instead of securing them in chests. With the krampus presence, ... or former presence, nothing would go unnoticed, but they wouldn't think to dig for items. And he wasn't worried about any moleworms either, the last one took off many days ago.

"I err..... " he gave a short sigh. Maybe Max knew more about these things than he did after all. It was high time he cast aside his pride. "Fine, you're absolutely right. I should go see someone who is more familiar of such things. Someone who has been here for a long time.... Who do you think would know such an illness?? I highly doubt there's a book! O-or a journal about it...!" It would truly be difficult to find anyone with the right knowledge, and he'll be damned if he sees any Maxwell again.

[a-dynamite-digger]

"Westcott? Are you around?" The hybrid approached the camp slowly, cautiously... had his darkness worn off?~maxwell-clops

The man was indeed ‘around’, Westcott couldn’t go very far from his camp in his current state. Using what supplies on hand he had to prolong the time the could go without having to venture out and possibly injure himself even more.

"Yes?" He called back, throwing some ingredients into his crock pot to hopefully make something that resembled a dinner.