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“Are we celebrating something or is this a casual everyday five?”

Either way, he gets one. Of course.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. jump scares.

⌛│ The wide smile didn’t even begin to capture her gratitude. Max hadn’t moved from the floor for hours, and she probably sent off a signal that she wasn’t going to. Even if she was getting a little chilly. She let the blanket surround her and hummed in content. “That’s sweet of you, Warren.” She leaned against his shoulder.

          “No biggie, Maximilian Pegasus.” He’d nudge her gently from the outside of her blanket before he too a seat on the ground next to her. An arm’s length away as to let her have her space, his knees came up to stretch his legs out in front of him as he plucked his phone from his pockets to check it. It was a habit more than anything -- as his main source of attention on the device was next to him. Realizing it, the phone was back into his pocket before he peered over at her. 

She giggles, surprised and almost shy.

“Warren, what are you doing?” She pulls away slightly as the dessert is smeared onto her face, but only so she can save some of it with her finger. Who needs napkins, right?

“Wasting perfectly good cake, weirdo.” But with a grin and a look down at her plate, she does the same right back to him, just as gently.

“There. Now we’re even.”

          “It’s your war paint! You have to get prepared for the race, Mad Max!” Grinning as he separated his fingers from her cheek as she pulled away. It was just a bit of frosting with cake crumbs all. Scraping it off of his fingers with a napkin, he was attacked before he could clean up. 

         “--Well shit! Revenge kill!” He was laughing now -- he honestly didn’t expect Max to do it back to him. Smearing the bits she put on his cheeks, he’d lick the excess frosting from his hands in between wheezes of laughter.