colin: says who?
:| maybe you could start creating things like us?
Max: OOH! I do like art! Maybe I could draw!
Wow. I've never seen a mentally damaged man with trauma enjoy art before.
Max: Shut up.
-me thinking about how messed up i made my ocs-
Colin: -alredy aslep-
Max: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAKE UP PESANT!
GET UP LOSER!
(notice how we switched from him saying loser and me saying pesant now he says pesant and I say loser!)
colin: - he literly gets up and to another room and locks the door-
Lemme just . . -kicks the door down-
Colin: why can't yall just leave me alooonnneeeee. -triggered-
Max: So you do smthg with ur life. And also you're very boring.
colin: does it look i care if I do do something??
Yyyeeesss . . ?
Colin:-facepalm-
Max: Well I'm gonna force you to care.
Sorry. HW. But I'm back now.
colin: . . . sure.
oof its ok-))
Max: *he drags Colin into the garden and throws him on the floor* NOW GET UP SOLDIER!
Oh rigggghhht. His father worked in the military. Oh no. His father worked in the military. Welp. Good Luck Colin. You're gonna need it.
