capeandcowllogs | it's a cruel cruel world to face on your own

WHO: max & scathach
WHERE: scathach's dojo
WHEN: sooo backdated this is like the 10th or the 11th not long after max came back
WARNINGS: none i think!
SUMMARY: so about that finding my body thing.
FORMAT: whatever you want i'm gonna quick start

[ She'd seen Scathach's post when she backread, immediately shut it down and not watched it again. She'd been hoping - well she hadn't been thinking too clearly at the time, but when she came back she'd hoped for a little bit that it would have been someone who didn't know her who found the body, that at least she'd have been in the morgue before anyone who knew her had to identify it.

That's why she hesitates over going into the dojo, because she doesn't know how to look someone in the face who's seen her dead. But she needs to see her - wants to see her - and now that the hangover from Sunday night has faded it's time to do things that are more important. She steps forward and pushes the door open, taking a deep breath. The dojo is familiar, at least. She's been here almost every week since Christmas. In some ways it's a home away from home. ]

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You're ancient. [ and she can't even deny it. ]

[Max is literally the only person who could say that and not get punched in the gut.]

I'll start yelling at kids on the lawn and such before you know it.