#thread: malcom

It was typically pretty quiet at the Peach Hollow Firehouse. Nights like this led to a whole lot of nothing depending on who you were with, or it was a blast. Then there were nights where people attempted sleep. but Noah couldn’t do that if he tried. That’s how Noah ended up playing with the oversized jenga blocks, carefully arranging the tower that was now taller than him. “Listen, I did this on the carpet specifically so that when I fuck up, it wouldn’t wake you.” He smiles sheepishly at Mac, who’s made his way into the main room.

There was a way things went, Noah couldn’t help it if he found himself up a tree when he was in the woods. What was the fun in not being in a tree? He spotted Mac from where he was perched, waving hello. “Hey, what’s up? I’m up here, it’s not bigfoot or something like that.”