Eudio IC Inbox; un: maximoose

[burnination]

" Busy. Send a text. "

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[burnination]

[ was he napping? it's close after lunch, of course he was napping. max waddles his way up to the heavy door of the castle-mansion, creaking it open as he squints against the sunlight, hair a bit of a mess, and the imprint from the couch cushion pressed into the side of a cheek. ]

Yo. Burgers? [ no, too big and boxy to be burgers. what is??? ] It's not my birthday anymore though...

[metabolizes]

[ wally snorts under his breath at the sight of a very sleepy max. okay, maybe he should have texted. but this is worth it, he thinks. ]

Nope, it's not. It's, uh -- [ well, this is the awkward part. ] A going away present. From me. I didn't wanna leave without leaving you something.

[ and that something happens to be his cookie monster onesie. only max would appreciate that. ]

[burnination]

[ for the moment, the present is ignored, max blinking up to wally with surprise and something sorrowful in his eyes, frowning. ]

You're leaving?

[metabolizes]

[ wally rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit he can't seem to break. he hates goodbyes, even if they haven't quite gotten there yet. ]

Yeah. Just -- I mean, can I come in?

[ which is mostly rhetorical, because he's been a welcome guest at witch haus without an invitation for months. still, he feels strangely detached from all that now. ]