A/N: Alright guys, you knew it was coming. This is, well, 'canon' Mabel. Canon as in "In the universe that they were created", finally. I tend to put them in other situations as my muse strikes- or however the RP between me and Kelpy is going. So, from the beginning to the end, this will be it. It's not a chaptered fic., but more in...sections.
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(I figure from that point, he goes on an Abel hunt, but I'm not sure where he'd start. *sweatdrop*)
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(Hm.... All the local music area.)
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(Pft. Lawl. Hunting through vintage record shops and bars and street corners: "You ahve a /case/ damn it! You can't jsut go running off whenever you like- who else is going to find the President's embezzeled money?!" *flail*)
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(Because Max is transparent as cellophane? XDD)
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"Abel had been trying to work. No, honestly. He'd been sitting on the couch in his hotel suite, laptop on the coffee table before him with the voice-scrambling mic dangling from one hand as he calmly instructed the FBI on what move they should make next- when Max had deemed it incredibly important to walk it, smirk then flop to the ground at his feet, shoving his legs apart with a casual push..."
Oh Abel, always playing the victim, aren't you? XD
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