How does my taste in music vary from Strapping Young Lad to Radiohead to this?!
Makes no damn sense.
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Max raised an eyebrow as the boy started to storm off, "No, I just meant that you didn't seem as wasteful or spoilt." He looked down at the food in his hand for moment before turning to walk back in the other direction, away from the auditorium.
"But, fuck it. You're right, I'm in the wrong for being polite." He said as he started walking away. He knew that he was expected at the opening ceremony, but for some reason he didn't want to be stuck walking in the same direction with that boy after his reaction. Max didn't like being misinterpreted, especially when he was trying to do something right. His parents handled that sort of thing better than he did, but Max couldn't help but feel with the limited amount of words people had at their disposal, it was a waste of time and energy to stand there and interpret something the way you wanted to interpret it, rather than how it was meant.
Finding a tree, Max sat in the shade and continued to eat his potatoes. He didn't feel hungry, but he couldn't in good conscience waste them, either, and he had no bag to store them in. The boy's drawstring bag was what made Max choose to offer the food to the boy in the first place! And a butler?! Who did the boy think he was? The Royal Family?! What would Max have to gain from hiring a living human being with the express purpose of telling them what to do, where to drive and expecting them to do his work for him?!
Max sighed and closed his eyes. He was getting too worked up, and that never helped anything. Taking a deep breath, he thought back on what he had been told about assuming things growing up.
"Well, at least now I know better than to expect that guy to appreciate a friendly gesture…" He muttered to himself as he leant back against the tree.
"But, fuck it. You're right, I'm in the wrong for being polite." He said as he started walking away. He knew that he was expected at the opening ceremony, but for some reason he didn't want to be stuck walking in the same direction with that boy after his reaction. Max didn't like being misinterpreted, especially when he was trying to do something right. His parents handled that sort of thing better than he did, but Max couldn't help but feel with the limited amount of words people had at their disposal, it was a waste of time and energy to stand there and interpret something the way you wanted to interpret it, rather than how it was meant.
Finding a tree, Max sat in the shade and continued to eat his potatoes. He didn't feel hungry, but he couldn't in good conscience waste them, either, and he had no bag to store them in. The boy's drawstring bag was what made Max choose to offer the food to the boy in the first place! And a butler?! Who did the boy think he was? The Royal Family?! What would Max have to gain from hiring a living human being with the express purpose of telling them what to do, where to drive and expecting them to do his work for him?!
Max sighed and closed his eyes. He was getting too worked up, and that never helped anything. Taking a deep breath, he thought back on what he had been told about assuming things growing up.
"Well, at least now I know better than to expect that guy to appreciate a friendly gesture…" He muttered to himself as he leant back against the tree.
Max grinned slightly at the Cass' question. He couldn't help but notice how vivid she appeared with her bright red hair and green eyes, "I should certainly hope they feed you!" he replied with a slight chuckle. He couldn't help but notice that she was placing herself between Max and the boy he had initially spoken too, seeing protective of him. Her boyfriend, perhaps? Either way, Max could felt that there was a slight apprehension in the air, as if Cass was hesitant to trust his gesture. Reaching into his pocket, Max pulled out a second plastic spoon. He was clearly labeling himself as a habitual snacker, but he wasn't too concerned at that point.
"It's okay, I'm just full and didn't want to see this go to waste," He said, popping the lid off the container and scooping a spoonful of potatoes and cheese in to his mouth, taking a moment to chew and swallow the food, "See?" He said, offering the couple the food once again. "The way I see it, I figured you guys would appreciate more than the other students. They probably wonder what I was doing and throw it out anyway."
Max continued to smile politely as he held to container out for them. He had no idea how sincere he looked, but he hoped it was enough. The last thing he wanted was for someone to mistake his gesture as some sort or political play.
"It's okay, I'm just full and didn't want to see this go to waste," He said, popping the lid off the container and scooping a spoonful of potatoes and cheese in to his mouth, taking a moment to chew and swallow the food, "See?" He said, offering the couple the food once again. "The way I see it, I figured you guys would appreciate more than the other students. They probably wonder what I was doing and throw it out anyway."
Max continued to smile politely as he held to container out for them. He had no idea how sincere he looked, but he hoped it was enough. The last thing he wanted was for someone to mistake his gesture as some sort or political play.
Awesome! Should have a post up tonight!
Exiting the Dining Hall, Max spooned a mouthful of Potatoes Au Gratin into his mouth from the small, plastic take-away container he carried. He'd slipped a fifty to the staff member who'd given him the food in order to make sure they kept some of the leftovers for him when lunch and dinner arrived with the added promise that they'd have a lasagna ready for him that evening.
Max had an unspoken agreement with the Dining Hall staff. School policy dictated that all leftovers be dumped out after each meal. Max, however, would 'buy' some of the leftovers, making them his property. The staff would save him some for later and they could take home whatever he didn't eat. He knew the head chef's son loved lasagna, so Max made sure to ask for it at least once a week. It certainly made more sense to him than wasting it all.
As the announcement came over the speakers calling for assembly, Max was already making his way around to the front entrance, taking his time to eat. Most of the student were making their way in, a mixture of the ultra-elite and the obviously orphaned. Max found himself walking behind a group of girls, falling alongside a redheaded girl and a blonde haired boy with an old drawstring bag, clearly a couple of the orphans.
Throwing his dirty, plastic spoon into a trash can as he passed, he replaced the lid on his food and pulled another plastic spoon out of his pocket. He never could finish this many potatoes in one sitting and he was mostly full at this point.
"Hey," Max said, tapping the blonde haired boy on the shoulder, "I'm full and don't wanna waste this. You want it?" he asked, offering the container to the stranger. There was no hint of pity in his voice, just sincerity. Max legitimately did not want the food to go to waste and he knew he had a bad habit of taking more than he could eat.
Max had an unspoken agreement with the Dining Hall staff. School policy dictated that all leftovers be dumped out after each meal. Max, however, would 'buy' some of the leftovers, making them his property. The staff would save him some for later and they could take home whatever he didn't eat. He knew the head chef's son loved lasagna, so Max made sure to ask for it at least once a week. It certainly made more sense to him than wasting it all.
As the announcement came over the speakers calling for assembly, Max was already making his way around to the front entrance, taking his time to eat. Most of the student were making their way in, a mixture of the ultra-elite and the obviously orphaned. Max found himself walking behind a group of girls, falling alongside a redheaded girl and a blonde haired boy with an old drawstring bag, clearly a couple of the orphans.
Throwing his dirty, plastic spoon into a trash can as he passed, he replaced the lid on his food and pulled another plastic spoon out of his pocket. He never could finish this many potatoes in one sitting and he was mostly full at this point.
"Hey," Max said, tapping the blonde haired boy on the shoulder, "I'm full and don't wanna waste this. You want it?" he asked, offering the container to the stranger. There was no hint of pity in his voice, just sincerity. Max legitimately did not want the food to go to waste and he knew he had a bad habit of taking more than he could eat.
SUN said
Yep...when I first made this there was a guy who was completely covered in fur it was weird but I allowed it
I personally draw the line at having just enough fur to look SSJ4 :P
Heisenberg said
Do you have any picture of when you just started growing it out? I'm curious about what yours looks like at a short length. I'm trying to grow mine out too.
Oh wow… Ummm… Going through pictures to see if I have any… Here's a couple:
Haha, well there isn't much else I can do out where I live :P My free time is either games, Netflix, music or posting. The excitement!
One the up side, it means I have enough time that it only took me just under a week of grinding to hit Lvl 102 after I had to restart my entire game. Kind of burnt out now, though, so I've taken a week long breather xD
One the up side, it means I have enough time that it only took me just under a week of grinding to hit Lvl 102 after I had to restart my entire game. Kind of burnt out now, though, so I've taken a week long breather xD
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