Papo y Yo [Triggers]

[Maxine Riley Pierce]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

It was eerily cold outside for May. It wasn't so unbearable that she needed a jacket, because clearly she didn't have one, but Maxie wasn't concerned with that. She just needed to be out of everyone's way. Ava left her in charge of keeping everyone knit together while she was away in Oxford, and she had failed royally.

Kai was a drunken mess who was head over heels for a girl who acted like she didn't want him, who happened to be Ava's best friend. Dura, who happened to be said girl, hated Maxie for whatever dumb reason, and Cy...Maxie didn't know what to make of Cy. They were best friends, but they had shared some moments that made her think otherwise, and then when she least expected it, he was back to treating her like they were just friends again. Not to mention Thisby, who she was unfamiliar with but she had heard her name enough to know that she meant something to Cy. She knew what she was getting herself into, and yet she jumped headlong into that disaster.

What was she doing? She wasn't cut out to be in charge of anything. Ava was the fearless leader of the Titans. She had this magnetic ability about her to pull everyone together, even then they didn't want to be pulled. She loved them, and she showed it in her own Ava way, but Maxie didn't have that. She wasn't Ava, and she was just going to stop trying altogether.

Before she knew where she was going, he found herself walking to Kai's. Max had taken her mom's car home, fought loudly with her in the living room, and again stormed out, still homeless. That was when she went to the chat and told Kai she was coming. It was short notice, and she knew that, but she figured if he was home he wouldn't mind sheltering her for a bit. She wouldn't sleep there, she just needed a place to stay for now. Maybe Dem would put her up for the night if she didn't get a chance to talk to Cy. Either way, she was being impulsive, and that impulse brought her to Kai's house.

She pulled out her phone and texted him.

"Basement door, right?" she texted, knowing from the experience of living at home, that you tried to avoid the parentals at all costs.

OUTFITHERE TAGGED KaiserNOTES

The title is actually the name of a video game that I am playing as we speak about a boy and his abusive father. The irony.

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Kaiser did not want Max over right now. Or anyone for that matter. At all. Ever. His room was not and would never be that cool hangout place for friends like in That 70's Show or many other teenage fantasies. His father's house was Hell above ground. The basement was Kaiser's only solace and the best way to avoid as much confrontation with his father as possible. Still, it was like walking on eggshells. He paced around his room. Should he lock he door, or tell Max to leave? No, he couldn't do that. What if she yelled for him? His dad would get angry... His father would... His phone went off in his pocket. Quickly and nervously, his hand dived into his pocket and fingers fumbled for the device. Shit... Shit, shit, shit. There was no avoiding it now. She sounded like she needed a good talk, anyway. Hopefully whatever evil force that was controlling Kai's life would give him enough of a break to help out his friend without sending his father to fuck it all up. (Ye) was all he replied back, but it was enough. The door to his room was unlocked, always, unless he knew his father was pissed enough to actually leave the house to go to the side door. Kaiser didn't trust himself with keys; he had them, but he felt like locking the door meant more of a chance that one day he wouldn't even have a bed as a last resort. Not like he had much of value in the basement anyway, and his dogs were safe as far as he was concerned. Mika and Luka were getting big and they didn't like anyone in their den who wasn't Kaiser or with him. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR MAXIPA-- MAXXIE. IT HAS SOME WORDS. HE IS CURRENTLY WEARING CLOTHES BECAUSE COMPANY. BY THE WAY, LIKE DAT THREAD IMG?. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Maxine Riley Pierce]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

She got the confirmation message and carefully tried the knob on the side door under the steps. It led downward to the basement, which was where Kai had told her he lived before. It was unlocked, thankfully, and she slipped in undetected. She then looked around to see if she could see Kai.

"Ugh, hey." She said, lazily zombie'ing over to his bed and flopping down on it. "I'm so sorry this was such short notice, but I'm freaking out all over the place about every freaking thing."

She turned over so she was on her back held her hands up over her face, looking at them disappointingly.

"I just feel like I fucked up and Ava was counting on me, you know? Like, I'm really contemplating just letting everyone go their own way. I'm no good at this."

She tried to keep her voice down because she knew of course that Kai wasn't alone. She also had already planned her escape route if she heard someone coming. She would either make a mad dash for the door, or slip into the closet that was only a few wide steps from her. Either way, she wasn't getting caught today.

"Sorry, I'm being a moop. Shoot me."

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The tan skinned boy looked up at Max as she trudged in, looking defeated. He waved at her, biting his lip and bouncing his leg anxiously. He looked watched her flop on his bed, cocking his head at her like a puppy. He felt shitty hearing her spill her woes; he could take credit for more than a quarter of these feelings, he guessed. Kaiser was sometimes ruthless with his impulsive dialect, but he wouldn't ever want to cause problems for people he cared about. Like Max. He scratched the back of his neck, looking at his bed sheets guiltily. "I'm sorry about that, Maxxie. About me, I mean. I'm sorry I've been shit," he apologised rather quickly, wanting to get it off his chest. "You know I don't mean to be a twat to you guys. Don't you?" he questioned, creasing his eyebrows back. Indiscretion plagued his dark chocolate eyes, which were having trouble looking into Max's. "I don't think you've failed as a, uh... leader. I think the rest of us all just suck. I appreciate what you're trying to do, Maxxie." He wasn't lying, either. If it weren't for Max trying to take charge, Kai would never gotten to say goodbye to Ava or crash at Cyril's when he didn't want to go home. She was good for them. He was having some trouble saying this aloud, however. He better try, because that was what she needed to hear. "Okay, well... You want the truth?" he inquired, twisting his upper body to look at her. "No one can replace Ava. You can't replace a human being, no matter how much you try. Don't try to be like her. Try to be like Max." He figured it was shitty advice. Kaiser had trouble leading his own life and he hated trying to give advice to people, because Kai had been given such bullshit advice throughout his life that he didn't want to accidentally do the same to someone he cared about. To try to reassure her, he took her hand and squeezed it softly before pressing his palm back on his bed to support his leaning back. "You're not being a mope," he said with a brief, boyish chuckle. "You're being human." LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR MAXIPA-- MAXXIE. IT HAS SOME WORDS. HE IS CURRENTLY WEARING CLOTHES BECAUSE COMPANY. BY THE WAY, LIKE DAT THREAD IMG?. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Maxine Riley Pierce]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

Maxie let the hands she was staring at above her fall to her face as she spoke. He was right. She knew he was right. They all had to deal with Ava's leaving in their own way, and that may mean that things would fall apart, but she couldn't blame herself for her friends' problems. But that didn't stop her from wanting to make life better for all of them. When she was at EHS, she had friends. The formed a bad, they did little juvenile gigs, but they were really good at what they did. However, she lost the drummer and bassist to weed and meth addictions, and she hadn't seen them for at least two years. For all she knew they were somewhere under a bridge doing lines of coke. And their lead guitarist and rhythm guitarist were two girls, just as cool as she was, but one of them ran off with her boyfriend to Miami after graduation, and the other was pregnant with her second child already. That just left Maxie, the semi-normal pyromaniac with the vicodin addiction who was clean for a year.

She couldn't watch her other friends spiral like she watched the rest of her band. She couldn't watch those she loved leave her again.

"Thanks, Confucius. You're so wise." She smiled with her hands still over her eyes, chuckling to herself that she was actually asking Kai for advice, and it wasn't the other way around. "What is the world coming to? You're actually giving me sound advice. I'm scared."

She laughed and sat up, moving over to give Kai a hug. "Thanks, you asshat, you."

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Kaiser rolled his eyes at her, shaking his head, but smiling nonetheless. "You should be," he replied with a huff of laughter, wrapping his arms around her as she hugged him. "No problem, Max," he grinned despite her sarcasm, though it faltered shortly after. "I know I'm a little shit, but I don't want to upset you guys. You're the closest I've had to a functional family in a long-" Kaiser could hear the door opening from where he was sitting on his bed, fear immediately flooding his system. "Kaiser!" a loud voice called out angrily, word slurred. Stomping, getting increasingly louder, followed the yell. The tan boy quickly ushered Max off of the bed, giving her the hand signal to get to the ground or hide in the closet. The tall boy then got to his feet, bracing himself. Luka and Mika poked their heads up from between their forelegs and little Falco and Ulrich whined from their open cages at the loud noise. "Ich weiß, dass Sie unten hier, Sie wenig Scheiße sind!" Kaiser's father reached the bottom of the staircase, gripping the walls with fingertips whose nails looked more chewed on than any of Luka's chew toys. The lean boy exhaled deeply, not daring to glance back at the place he had hidden Max to give away her location. No words left Kai's mouth in this span of time. His silence was protest to his father, which was something the older man simply would not have. "Wo waren Sie? Es ist fünf Tage gewesen. Liefen Sie weg wieder, kleiner Junge?" the greying man growled at the boy, barely able to keep his balance. He eventually had to lean against the wall to support him in his drunken state. Kaiser furrowed his brows, his fingertips twitching as they fought the urge to ball up. "Warum würde es zu Ihnen von Bedeutung sein?" The older man curled his nose at this and took a step forward, his palm still planted on the wall. Kaiser flinched at the notion, eyes widening, but brows still crinkled. "Weil ich einen Buchstaben in der Post erhielt, die sagte, dass ich das Krankenhausgeld schuldete," Kaiser's father hissed, beginning to advance towards his son, looking absolutely infuriated. "Für was mussten Sie gehen zum Krankenhaus, Weibchen?" Kaiser tried to hold his ground, watching with round, but firm, defiant eyes, as his father continued to plod his way. "Was, verletzen Ihre Beine? Verletzt Ihr Auge, Junge?" he mocked, cocking his head to the side. A few steps away now, he thrust out his arm, shoving the boy back once he reached him. Kaiser had been preparing himself for some sort of attack when his father got close enough, but the boy could not hold himself against his father's prowess. "Für Sie besser haben Ihren Mund geschlossen gehalten, was auch immer es Sie ging ist. Kleines Weibchen." Kaiser stumbled back into the wall, catching himself before he could slide down. Being on the floor when his father was like this was the worst possible scenario. The last time he had been forced onto the ground by his father, he had smashed a beer bottle against his shin and almost stabbed him in the gut with the remains. Not good. "Sei ruhig," Kaiser began to grunt back, but he didn't get much of a chance to insult or explain himself. His father trudged after him, a little faster thanks to his non stable legs yearning for something to lean on again. The wind still knocked out of him, the usually swift boy could not react quickly enough. He grabbed the boy's neck once he reached him, squeezing it roughly. The boy gasped and he quickly tried to dig his fingers in between his father's callused hands and his neck. "Glauben Sie, dass ich reich bin? Denken Sie, dass ich dieses zahlen kann? Gerade weil Sie etwas Aufmerksamkeit wünschten, Kaiser? Beantworten Sie mich, Sie wenig Bumsen!" Kaiser wheezed. "Oh, ist das recht," his father chuckled, releasing his clutch on the boy. Kaiser melted against the wall, his chest heaving. He stared up at the man who didn't look even close to satisfied. Kaiser scrunched up his nose bitterly, then began to shimmy his way back up the surface supporting his back. He was not eager on becoming his father's bitch tonight. Especially with Maxxie hiding nearby. The dogs barked in the background, their tails shot out stiffly and their lips curled back. Mika, in particular, began to snarl and creep towards the man, wearing the look of a killer. For someone so intoxicated, the drunkard's timing was unfortunately accurate. Just as the female canine began to run at him, he lifted his leg and kicked her away, stumbling a bit afterwards. The dog whined and slid backwards, her claws digging into the hard, cold flooring. That, Kaiser would not have. "Berühren Sie nicht meinen verdammten Hund!" Kaiser shouted, taking a step away from the wall and whipping his fist across his father's face like a sideways hammer. The man blundered backwards, grabbing the post of Kaiser's bed to stop himself from crumbling. Kaiser breathed heavily, both from his lack of air, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It had been a while since he struck back. He looked over at Mika, who had a clear footprint mark on her snout and was pressing herself against her littermate in dismay. His blood bubbled with anger, but he was so busy staring into his companion's hurt eyes that he didn't notice his father coming his way again, his lip bleeding. The older male grabbed Kaiser's face, twisting it, and slammed it into the wall. He kept it there, leaning in to spit his venom in his son's face. "Sie sind nicht der Chef von mir, Ratte." His father's breath smelled heavily of liquor, which didn't surprise Kaiser in the slightest. He had smelled it when the door first opened. "Schlagen Sie mich nie. Nie. Verstehen Sie? Ich töte Sie." The taint in his father's respiration wasn't what his mind was focused on, anyway. Agony ripped through the muscles in his face and it didn't take long before he felt the space under his nose and lip become wet with blood. He sputtered, trying to push himself away from the wall, but he was weak. The man pulled his son's head away from the wall, only to throw him against it one final time before stepping back. A whine of pain escaped his lips, not sure whether to hold his bleeding nose and lip or his forehead. All of them hurt like fucking Hell. He collapsed to the ground, cupping his face with shaking hands. "Sie werden das Krankenhaus zahlen. Nicht ich," [You're going to pay that bill. Not me.] he said firmly, glaring down at the boy with narrowed eyes. "Ich hoffe, dass Ihr Esel bereit ist, einen Job zu erhalten. Es ist über Zeit, sowieso. Faules Bumsen." With that, the man began to hobble back toward the staircase. "Wirklich. Sie sind kläglich. Schlechtestes Stück des Scheißesohns könnte ich mit überhaupt verflucht worden sein," the man said with a disappointed sigh, hauling himself up the stairs relying mostly the railing. When the door slammed shut, all four of the dogs under Kaiser's care came rushing over to him; even Mika, who one could tell was still a little snore on her muzzle. He couldn't pet them, though. He felt like he couldn't do anything. I'm sorry he hurt you, Mika. He looked at the dog with eyes that were squinted in pain, hoping his dog could feel his apology. Dogs were special like that. They didn't need a lot of words. The boy, still covering his face, forced himself to his feet. He blindly made his way around the room, groping for his shower towel. When he found it, he sat down on his bed and pressed the fabric against his face, letting it drink in the blood gushing from his face. "You should go," he said calmly to Max from her hiding place, staring out into nothingness. "Before he comes back." LISTEN UP! 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[Maxine Riley Pierce]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

She started to smile when he spoke, but when she heard someone coming, it changed the look on her face from one of relief and gratitude to one of fear. She had no clue why, but she was suddenly flooded with it. Fear and adrenaline took over as Kai pushed her toward the closet. She followed is lead and opened the door and slipped in. She was crowded by jackets and shirts, but the further his father got down the steps into the basement room, she more she held the door tight to her and nestles back into the forest of clothing. She didn't dare look at first, afraid she would be seen, but when she heard his slurred, foreign dialect she leaned forward enough to try to see what was happening. She couldn't really see Kai, but the way the door was opened, she could see his father perfectly.

When the giant man grabbed Kai, she flinched and slapped her hand across her mouth, holding back a high pitched squeal that would have immediately given her away. This was why he was bruised. Not from bullies in street fights. But a bully in his own home.

Memories of her own father flooded back. Maxie's dad had never hit her, but he wasn't exactly the most prestigious role model either. He wasn't worth the shoes he walked around in, and here was Kai, going through the same problems that her mother had been successful in protecting her from. She wanted save him. She wanted to jump out and put herself between the blows, but she couldn't. Her feet wouldn't let her, and when she saw his bloodied face, she shut her eyes quickly and tightly, not wanting to see how this ended. But when he stopped and left, stumbling and wobbling back up the stairs, she slipped out of the closet and went straight to Kai. Normally when it came to her friends' dogs, Maxie would stay on the other side of the room. But there was such an adrenaline rush in her at that very moment that she felt like her only weakness was kryptonite, and that she could scoop Kai up in her arms and barrel through the roof and fly away.

If only she could.

"I'm not leaving you here like this," she began, gently placing a hand on his bruised cheek, careful not to hurt it. "With him."

She looked around for something, anything to tend to his bleeding nose. She quickly grabbed an old black t-shirt she saw laying on the floor by the dresser and brought it up to his face, gently dabbing at the blood.

Maxie's eyes met with his for a second, his firm gaze meeting opposition with her fiery one.

"I know what you are going to say next, and you can fuck off. I'm not leaving you here by yourself, so let's go ahead and get that out of the way. Forget it. Not happening."

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Kaiser looked up when Max approached him, cupping his face. As brave as as he had tried to handle the situation and to not cry and to just say as little as he could, the boy's eyes were glazed over and watery. If it wasn't from the fear of the situation or the physical agony rippling through his nose-and-mouth area, it was because Max had been there to witness all of it. He wasn't sure if she had seen him, or his dad, a shadow, or even nothing at all, but she was the first person bear witness to Kaiser's real home life. He would never bring someone into his Hell house intentionally. The only exception to that was the one time, a few weeks back, when he'd "rescued" Dura from some party room and to put her to sleep in his bed. But, that was only because of the bed. He needed a place to let her sleep that wasn't outside or littered with bimbos and scumbags and Kaiser didn't know anyone else at the time, really. The past month had been a big one for him, so far. He was meeting so many new people -- whether it was on good or bad terms, falling in love, losing friends already... everything was changing quickly, constantly. The only thing that was consistent throughout his life was this. This weird sort of abuse where the dysfunctional father beat his son until he was dysfunctional as well. A sort of leveling. Kaiser didn't think highly of himself in the slightest bit, but he knew he was better than his father. Kaiser didn't hit back. This just happened to be a special occasion. Kaiser could bear the insults and the orders and the shoving, punching, and face-mashing, but he wouldn't let anyone hurt his dogs. Nobody. Especially not his father. "Not to sound like fucking Cinderella," he muffled through the bloodied cloth, "But this isn't even bad. I got lucky tonight," He wasn't about to tell her that this was something that happened about every other night, because it wasn't really reassuring. He wanted her to know that even if he hated his dad and he hated the fact that he beat him like this, he was used to it, but he didn't think she'd like that answer. Talking was hurting him though and he pressed a little to hard, a cuss swarming out of his mouth only to cause more pain in his face. He dropped the towel onto his bed when Max came over with one of his black T's. Whatever, it didn't matter. The one he was wearing wasn't looking to nice, either. Bits of blood had dribbled from his chin to the chest-region of his shirt. Not moving his head, he cast a glance at the wall. Blood. Perfect. He winced when she dabbed at the blood, but didn't move or cry out. Maybe if Max wasn't there, he'd have been having one of his fits, throwing shit around the room or angrily arching over on his bed, grinding his teeth and swearing and bleeding. But she was, so he needed to stay calm. His temper, clearly, was hereditary, and something he needed to fix. He didn't want to share anything with his father, and since he was doomed to his bloodline, his personality was the first thing that needed an altercation. It was the only thing he could improve at this point. The boy's hand shot up in the middle of his thought, grabbing Max's wrist. He took a deep breath then, trying to relax himself as he exhaled. His hold around the girl's wrist became gentle and then, nonexistent. "Sorry, sorry..." he mumbled, shaking his head. A silence buzzed miserably behind Max's speech. "Really, Maxie," he said, reaching over to Mika who had jumped on the bed to rub her muzzle gingerly. "I'll be fine. I'm always fine. I've always been fine." He couldn't figure out which was the right way to describe it, but they were all out there in the air now, so there was no taking any back. Together they made the gist of it, anyway. He squirmed under her glare. "So what, Max? You're going to stay here and wait for him with me, then? Because I'm not leaving them," he said firmly, despite the way his eyes were wavering, and patting Mika's head softly. "He fucking kicked her. In the nose. You don't fucking do that," he insisted angrily before the throbbing in his face became to much and he was forced to shut up. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR MAXIPA-- MAXXIE. IT HAS SOME WORDS. HE IS CURRENTLY WEARING CLOTHES BECAUSE COMPANY. BY THE WAY, derp it's like 2 am. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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"Screw all that 'I'm fine' shit, Kai. You're not fine. You can be in fucking denial or whatever, but you're not fine and I'm not leaving you. Friends don't leave friends in situations like this."

The blood was nearly cleaned up, but the cut right below his nostril was still being stubborn and leaking. So, she jumped up quickly, still so in shock that she hardly noticed the dogs, and went into the bathroom, still listening to him talk about not leaving his dogs.

"You left them for four days and he didn't do anything to them. Can't you just take them to Helena's or something in the meantime? I'm sure she and Dani won't mind watching them for awhile." She said, fumbling through the medicine cabinet for something -- anything -- to help her tend to his wounds. She continued looking around until she looked under the sink and saw an old, outdated First Aid kit. She had no clue if what was in there would work, but it was something.

Quickly, she snatched it up and headed back to sit next to Kaiser. She popped the box open and rummaged around for something for his lip. Inside she found some antiseptic wipes and a band aid, but she wasn't sure he wanted to walk around with a band aid on his face.

"Here." She said, pulling the little square package out and ripping it open. She handed him the little moist alcohol wipe and let him clean his own wound. Maxie wasn't one to baby people. However, she felt an inexplicable sense of duty to make sure Kai was okay.

"I know you probably are used to this Kai, but I'm not. I don't want to see you hurt. I just want you to get out of here and be okay."

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Kaiser shut his eyes, brow twitching every time the cloth made contact with the sensitive, bloodied skin around his mouth. He was suddenly overwhelmed by the memory of little Kaiser on the playground, who had just fell and skinned his knee on the pavement. The little mocha-coloured boy with the hot, red liquid spilling from his knee, had hobbled over to his mother and cried. She had whispered sweetly that it was alright and took out some of those alcohol wipes and cleaned his cut, complete with a kiss and a band-aid. Kaiser was relieved when she stopped to go search for something in the bathroom, because she took the memory with her as she went. His fingers trembled as she was adamant on getting him to leave. Mika had nuzzled herself up to his lap, letting him stroke her snout. He looked down at her, watching as her eyelids fluttered and sleep tempted her, despite the pain in her nose. He picked up her head with both hands and kissed her on her dry, black nose. "Es ist okay Mika. Sie sind okay. Ein Tag ist er nicht in der Lage, Sie irgendwie länger zu verletzen, [It's okay, Mika. You're okay. One day he won't be able to hurt you anymore]" he murmured to the canine, letting her head fall back onto his lap. No. No, he couldn't leave them. Clearing his voice a bit and looking over at the bathroom, he retorted, "Yeah, and I was really thinking rationally during that time, wasn't I?" The nights that he had left the dogs by themselves had started with Kaiser squirming and spewing on the ground; an attempt to overdose on Tylenol resulting in three days at the hospital, complete with getting his stomach pumped and suicide watch. "Helena came to feed them and I don't know what the hell my father was doing. She's still in the hospital, I have no where to bring them. They need me. Especially the puppies." As if they knew what their caretaker had said, Falco and Ulrich began to jump at the bed, whining to get up. The boy obliged, bending over and scooping them in his arms and onto the bed. They were so vulnerable and innocent still; they needed someone to be there for them. Kaiser was the only one who could fill that order. He began to feel dizzy; his father had whacked his head against the wall ruthlessly twice. It felt like it was burning and it was hard for his eyes to focus on anything. He took a cloth and curiously swept it over his forehead, which had nearly a spasm in return. Looking at it once he could stop squinting from the pain, there was a little bit of red on his shirt where there hadn't been before. These were the basement walls, so no flat, fancy wallpaper or anything. Half of it was his room, the other half had the furnace and some storage. He supposed he had some sort of cut or two up there as well, among the fiery pounding that still occurred. A bit of Kaiser was afraid when she returned that she'd continue to clean his wounds for him. He was afraid because he thought that he would end up crying. Kai was technically a man, he shouldn't cry, nor should he get so hyped when someone sat there and cared for him. He took the wipe from her and held it to his cuts, alternating every so often. Good. He shook his head at her, smiling as much as his muscles would let him. "You don't have to be here, Max. Like... thanks for... this," he held up the wipe, dotted with blackish-red, "but you can go. Whatever the hell your saying sounds way too much like a miracle, so forget about it." Another pulse of agony thundered in his head and the boy was forced to lower himself onto his back, breathing heavily and huffing even after the back of his head reached his pillow. "I'll be fine again by tomorrow. Really, Max." LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR MAXIPA-- MAXXIE. IT HAS SOME WORDS. HE IS CURRENTLY WEARING CLOTHES BECAUSE COMPANY. BY THE WAY, derp it's like 2 am. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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