I smell a wacky buddy sitcom!

[i_am_the_maxx]

Who: The Maxx
What: Couch surfing
Where: Jack's apartment
When: A few nights after the festival I guess.
Interactions: Creeper/Jack
Warnings: None.

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[jack_creeper]

Creeper was also staring dubiously at the couch, though for a different reason. Jack had decided to cover it in gray bedsheets. GRAY. How dreadful!

He also misunderstood Maxx's hesitation. "Yeah, Jack's already said he doesn't mind! He loves helping out guys like us," he said, giving Maxx a friendly, reassuring slap in the shoulder.

{Also, thanks for reviving my Jack/Creeper muse! For a while I thought he had died.}

[i_am_the_maxx]

Slapping Maxx was like slapping a rhino and he didn't budge. "Are you sure that this couch will be able to hold me?" He trudged over to the couch and poked the grey sheet. It was thin and a little threadbare but it beat news papers.

He put a fist on one of the seat cushions and pushed down, testing the springs.

"Then again," Maxx thought...out loud. "At least it is a couch, a hide-a-bed would never have a chance of holding my weight." He wanted to add "for I am the Maxx" but it seemed like the wrong time.

(NP! But What happened, yesterday I came to reply and you deleted the comment?)

[jack_creeper]

Creeper let out an "ohhh" of realization, and rushed forward to reassure Maxx yet again. "It passed the bouncy test!" he said, jumping on the couch a couple of times to demonstrate his point. He always jumped on the furniture whenever Jack first bought it. He thought it was the best way to break in new furniture.

Creeper didn't find it strange that Maxx was apparently thinking out loud. Sometimes, when they were home alone, he and Jack would have entire conversations out loud, but only if Jack had eaten too much chocolate before going to bed. "We used to have one of those. It didn't pass the bouncy test."

{LJ fail. The first time it deleted, I meant it to, because the color wasn't working right, so I wanted to try again. The second, third, fourth, and fifth times weren't intentional. The comment just would not post. So I let it sit for a day and came back. I have no idea what happened there.}

[i_am_the_maxx]

"No, they're pretty fragile." He remarked about Hide-a-beds. He didn't plan on jumping on the couch, or kicking it, or really much of anything. No, he would sleep on it, maybe sit, but maybe not because he didn't want to wear out his welcome and just lounge like a slug. Oh, and fluff the cushions because it was polite to do so because he was a guest.

"Does Jack have any rules? No tv past 10 pm? Keep the windows shut? No shoes inside the house? Cuz, uh...I can't...I don't...." He lifted a huge foot. His footwear weren't exactly, strictly speaking, shoes.

(Aliens happened. It's always aliens.)

[jack_creeper]

Creeper shook his head to each question. "Puh-lease. He's a thirty-something bachelor who has to put up with ME. You can do whatever you want, just don't bring any cats into the house because we're both allergic."

(Of course! Now it makes perfect sense!)

[i_am_the_maxx]

Maxx thought briefly on this. He didn't have any specific relationships to cats so it shouldn't be a problem.

"Wait, are Spotted Seussadons cats?"

[jack_creeper]

"A sushiwha?" Creeper asked, confused. "Well, I guess the Cat in the Hat's okay, if you know him, because I always liked him better than Horton."

[i_am_the_maxx]

"The cat in the....You mean the Crappon Inna Hat? He's a frog. I met him once, in the Outback. Or maybe it was a dream. It's hard to remem..." He rubbed the side of his head.

[jack_creeper]

"The cat's a frog?" Creeper's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "In Australia?"

[i_am_the_maxx]

"No. There's no cat."
Obviously.

[jack_creeper]

"Of course there's no cat. Me and Jack are allergic," Creeper explained again, losing interest in the conversation, as it was clearly running in circles. He changed the subject quickly. "D'ya want something to eat? Jack always has goodies in the fridge."

[i_am_the_maxx]

"Okay, thanks." The pair made their way to the kitchen. Despite his size, Maxx didn't eat much. He could survive on, well, bread and coffee as Creeper well knew.

"So, now that we're a team do we need a name? Like the Fantastic Four have?"

[jack_creeper]

Creeper opened the fridge and started throwing what he deemed were the best options onto Jack's kitchen table. "We got... cookie dough, sandwich stuff, eggnog, Sunny D, cold pizza, ooh, meat lovers' supreme... WAIT WHAT?"

He spun around, staring at Maxx like he was some sort of genius. "That's a great idea!" He struck his Dramatic Thinking pose, with one hand on his hips and the other cupping his chin. "If we're getting a name, it needs to refer to our strengths... what are our strengths..."

[i_am_the_maxx]

"...I..." He looked down at his feet, then at his hands, then back at his feet, then at Creeper. He shrugged. "I'm strong."

[jack_creeper]

"So... we're strong, scary, colorful... yellow! We're both a little yellow," Creeper ticked off the similarities on his fingers. "And we're men, we like pancakes, but I don't think that last one has anything to do with crimefighting." In fact, he highly doubted that pancakes had ever struck fear in the hearts of cowardly, superstitious criminals.

[i_am_the_maxx]

"Yellow...yellow...sun, baby chickens, crayons, pee. Homeless pee is really gross."