(ok uh . . any suggestions?)
(when the creators are plotting roleplay suffering, secretly)
Sam: -he sets down max's bowl-
Max: -imediently runs to the bowl and starts eating-
(Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I dunno. If you ask Kaz enough personal questions he may lose his shit)
Kaz: awww...
(yeah but sam isnt one to do that unless that person is crying and he tries to find out why and fix it sooo . . )
Sam: -he sits on the couch bored-
Max: -chomping away at his food-
Kaz sighs and sits next to him. He looks down, shoulders hunched
(Alright I'll make some Kaz drama)
(noice-)
Sam: ? you ok?
Kaz has his head in his hands
Kaz: Y-yeah...yeah mhm...
Sam: -he's looking at you- you dont seem ok . .
Kaz glares at him
Kaz: JUST DROP IT OK!?
Sam:-he flinches- i- i was just t-to help-
Kaz sighs
Kaz: I don't want your fucking help.
