A very tiny bomb, so, we'll probably just get little steam burns.
[ somewhere in the house, elliot jude richards is screaming and he doesn't know why. the reason is max kiesler. the reason is usually max kiesler. and, no, he's not taking his fingers off tristan's nips, they're cute and soft and he loves them a lot, okay? especially not with tris scratching at him, like a pet, and max has always been weak to his hair being played with or his scalp scratched. he sighs, pleased, and tucks his nose against tristan's neck, settling into the fingers dragging through his hair. ]
Yeah? I always knew you were the smartest of all of us, Triscuit. Thank you for choosing me.
[ which, is said as a joke in this bit of nonsense they're playing at, but max's more sincere sentiments always tend to come out mixed with nonsense. less likely he'll have to own up to it, that way, but still feels fulfilled in having said it. max had been lost, in BCR, and he hadn't realized just how much he needed these people, until his last year, when he'd nearly been completely lost. even these days, he's still astounded, sometimes, by how deeply he needs tristan, and his mom, and the family that they pulled him into. and all the sweetness and care and love tristan's giving him through the years. he couldn't give him enough thank you's for it if he tried.
when tris starts to squirm, max straightens up some, pulling the both of them up to sit rather than lay, so as not to drown his dear raptor friend. ]
Naaaah, I'd feel too much like a furry. [ Max gets out after a series of sputtered laughs, both for imagining him riding marco like that, and for the fucking pterodactyl porn video. sweet fucking lord. ] You say that like I didn't find it on my own years ago.
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[ somewhere in the house, elliot jude richards is screaming and he doesn't know why. the reason is max kiesler. the reason is usually max kiesler. and, no, he's not taking his fingers off tristan's nips, they're cute and soft and he loves them a lot, okay? especially not with tris scratching at him, like a pet, and max has always been weak to his hair being played with or his scalp scratched. he sighs, pleased, and tucks his nose against tristan's neck, settling into the fingers dragging through his hair. ]
Yeah? I always knew you were the smartest of all of us, Triscuit. Thank you for choosing me.
[ which, is said as a joke in this bit of nonsense they're playing at, but max's more sincere sentiments always tend to come out mixed with nonsense. less likely he'll have to own up to it, that way, but still feels fulfilled in having said it. max had been lost, in BCR, and he hadn't realized just how much he needed these people, until his last year, when he'd nearly been completely lost. even these days, he's still astounded, sometimes, by how deeply he needs tristan, and his mom, and the family that they pulled him into. and all the sweetness and care and love tristan's giving him through the years. he couldn't give him enough thank you's for it if he tried.
when tris starts to squirm, max straightens up some, pulling the both of them up to sit rather than lay, so as not to drown his dear raptor friend. ]
Naaaah, I'd feel too much like a furry. [ Max gets out after a series of sputtered laughs, both for imagining him riding marco like that, and for the fucking pterodactyl porn video. sweet fucking lord. ] You say that like I didn't find it on my own years ago.