Mooby Land, Tuesday Afternoon
Sometimes Max had the patience to wait until noon for burgers. Sometimes he did not. When there were polar bears in his hotel room giving him Cokes and making him all hungry, he definitely did not.
Which was why as the clock struck noon on Tuesday, he could be found exiting Mooby Land, having just enjoyed a... well, a breakfast of burgers and fries. And it was delicious, thank you. The polar bear he'd shared his breakfast with thought so as well.
Jonothon, on the other hand, was less in a hurry to get himself a burger, and more... feeling hungry after his radio broadcast that morning, and not particularly in a rush to get back to The Boards in order to do... some paperwork or other. He was just passing by Max on his own way in to Mooby as the other man exited, and he offered him a nod and a slightly amused smirk. What better place to bump into someone he'd mocked Ronald McDonald with than at the clown's competition, right?
And Max would have reciprocated that nod. He would have, if it weren't for a sudden sharp pain in his left ankle. With a yelp of "Ow!", he turned around to identify the source of the pain and found... a tiny green something-or-other scampering off on its way, but not before nipping at Jono's ankle, too.
That... couldn't be good.
[[prewritten with apocalipped, ofc! 'stablishy, but there is another bit to come!]]
Which was why as the clock struck noon on Tuesday, he could be found exiting Mooby Land, having just enjoyed a... well, a breakfast of burgers and fries. And it was delicious, thank you. The polar bear he'd shared his breakfast with thought so as well.
Jonothon, on the other hand, was less in a hurry to get himself a burger, and more... feeling hungry after his radio broadcast that morning, and not particularly in a rush to get back to The Boards in order to do... some paperwork or other. He was just passing by Max on his own way in to Mooby as the other man exited, and he offered him a nod and a slightly amused smirk. What better place to bump into someone he'd mocked Ronald McDonald with than at the clown's competition, right?
And Max would have reciprocated that nod. He would have, if it weren't for a sudden sharp pain in his left ankle. With a yelp of "Ow!", he turned around to identify the source of the pain and found... a tiny green something-or-other scampering off on its way, but not before nipping at Jono's ankle, too.
That... couldn't be good.
[[prewritten with apocalipped, ofc! 'stablishy, but there is another bit to come!]]