@Lady Arya@Ducksworth

Max had been about to reply to Piper when she heard a loud thud, and looked behind her to what was a very strange scene. Most of the room hadn't reacted yet, some kids had turned their heads. Apparently, one kid had cut himself doing something or another, Max thought she'd saw him grab a knife when she had walked in. The kid who had cut himself was apparently being attended to by another kid, taller and rambling about something. Max couldn't really hear what they were saying over the noise coming from all other corners of the room. Stick a bunch of kids in a room and it's bound to be a bit noisy. Especially since there were approximately ten different conversations happening at the same time. Max kept looking around for the source of the loud thud, which appeared to be another kid that had...face planted the floor? Huh, maybe he didn't handle blood so well.

Max shook their head and looked back at Piper, "I guess we should consider ourselves lucky for choosing painting. Only cuts we're gonna get are paper cuts. Though, I got this one between my fingers once...nasty. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy,"

They shook their head again and sighed, turning their attention back to the paper in front of them, wondering what to paint. They still hadn't even made a single brush stroke. Some crafts time this was turning out to be, though, she wasn't surprised. She was just simply not a crafty person, why couldn't their mom have sent them to skateboard camp instead. Was skateboard camp even a thing? Max wasn't sure, but they already missed the feeling of the board underneath their feet, the feel of the wind in their face. There was just something serene about riding a skateboard while the music blared in your ears as you whipped around the pavement and just enjoyed life. It was the one place Max felt nothing could touch her, nothing could hurt her...well, except her own stupidity or lack of awareness. She'd hurt herself plenty of times just not reacting fast enough.

Max turned back to look at the kids that were bleeding, and then sighed. She had bandaids in her bag, she really should offer them..

"Be right back, don't let anyone steal my seat," She said and then sighed softly, hoisting her bag onto her shoulder and walking over to where the boy lay on the floor. She reached down and grabbed his arm, trying to help him into a standing position.

"It's alright, I got ya. Take it from someone who has fallen off their board many many times, you're gonna be fine. But ya can't just lay there forever," She said and then smiled softly, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. "I've got bandaids in my bag. Do ya want rainbow or tye-dye?"