[It's Thursday morning, and Max is in the kitchen making pancakes! It's an easy thing to turn out a lot of really fast, and they already did Community Eggs this week. If somebody enters, he'll turn to ask:]
Hey, what kind do you want? There's dehydrated blueberry or dehydrated chocolate chip, but if I mixed them together they probably wouldn't form some kind of alien horror.
[Most of the rest of the afternoon is spent in the art room. He's sketching in one of the sketchbooks, leaning back with his feet up on one of the tables because fuck this, actually, what does he care. It's hard to see what he's working on from this angle, but he doesn't seem at all averse to company.
In the evening, he spends a little while wandering the hallways, walking up to people and asking apropros of nothing:]
Hey, I think we should have a movie night, what kinda movie you want to watch?
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Hey, what kind do you want? There's dehydrated blueberry or dehydrated chocolate chip, but if I mixed them together they probably wouldn't form some kind of alien horror.
[Most of the rest of the afternoon is spent in the art room. He's sketching in one of the sketchbooks, leaning back with his feet up on one of the tables because fuck this, actually, what does he care. It's hard to see what he's working on from this angle, but he doesn't seem at all averse to company.
In the evening, he spends a little while wandering the hallways, walking up to people and asking apropros of nothing:]
Hey, I think we should have a movie night, what kinda movie you want to watch?