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[The video feed clicks on, and oh hey it's the student kitchens in the background. There's two big pots on the stove and a really big rice cooker over there on the counter and oh hello there's a Bulba in the feed now. He's given up on the effort of trying not to seem really tired, and he seems pretty distracted on top of that.]

In case you were wondering um... Kirby had to go back to Dreamland for a while. Something came up...

[He frowns, looking like he really doesn't want to talk about it and makes a motion towards the stove with his head to switch the subject.]

Oh, uh, if anyone's hungry or whatever, I made some curry and... kind of made too much out of habit... There's both spicy and mild so. People are welcome to it so it doesn't go to waste. It's down here in the student kitchens.

Uh... that's it. Thanks.

[And then the feed cuts off.]

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It's okay. I just need to think about it.

[He took a step away before, but now he's taking a step forward. There is now a little forehead resting on one of your many muscles. Whichever one he actually reaches at this point.]

... Thank you.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::It's probably his chest. His head is resting on Max's manly bosom.::

Yeah, well, what was I supposed to do. Watch you have problems and not at least tell you why you were havin' them? That ain't in me.

::There is a hand on your shoulder. It isn't a hug. It's just a hand. But he's not planning on taking it away anytime soon.::

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... Mmm.

[There is a small shrug. He does not protest the presence of Max's hand and just stands there as he lets it soak in. It seems like he's going to be standing there for quite a while.]

... How long have you known?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Longer than I should've known without sayin' somethin'. Vinnie let it slip around the time he first started workin' for me.

I guess I just didn't know how to start up that conversation, really. Sorta a hard thing.

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[A nod.]

Just a little.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

You'll be alright, kid. I believe in you.

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[There is another nod, and probably another "thank you" but it is very quiet. That is also about all he has else to say, so it is just a lot of quiet and awkward standing around from there on out.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Max is just going to stand here with your head on his chest and his hand on your shoulder. Forevers.::