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.)

[i_am_the_maxx]

{Continued from here)
"If I remember my cartoons right, isn't yellow supposed to be the colour of cowardice? But duo is a good idea...What about just...The Duo?"

[jack_creeper]

"The Nameless Duo," Creeper tried their new name out loud. He started to laugh. "Wait- I like it! When people ask what our name is, we'll say- we're the Nameless Duo! And they'll say, no, what are you called? The Nameless Duo! It's a name and it's not a name."

[i_am_the_maxx]

Maxx's eyes curved like he was smiling behind his mask. "That's one victory, I guess."

[jack_creeper]

Creeper smiled back. They were a real superhero team! They had a name, a base of operations, and- WAIT! "Maxx! Maxx! You do have a secret identity, right?" he asked urgently. Jack always said that maintaining a secret identity was important. His was really good, because his secret identity was a different person completely. Somehow he didn't think that Maxx had that security.