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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 12, 2012 16:02:58 GMT -5
Maddox shakes his head. "I think I'm just too conditioned to eating pancakes with bacon and fruit. Feels weird without them."
Stuffing the forkful of pancake in his mouth, he finds that it is, in fact, tasty. Chewing and swallow, he says, "S'good."
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 15, 2012 20:01:35 GMT -5
Brock nods genially and continues shovelling food into his mouth. Once they're done eating, he'll attempt to do the dishes, if only because he can do them in a timely fashion. He'll be patient if Maddox does the dishes, but if he goes on a cleaning jag, he'll start dropping subtle hints that they should leave the house and get some fresh air.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 16, 2012 20:42:21 GMT -5
Maddox will fuss a lot, but he'll let Brock do the dishes. He'll just re-wash them later if he decides they're not clean enough.
Then it's down to the lobby with his own motorcycle helmet under one arm. He puts it on as soon as he gets outside, because you never know when random debris will come falling off the top of a building or something, and if you have the safety equipment, you might as well wear it, right?
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 18, 2012 23:46:33 GMT -5
OOC: Thread is now Open.
Always wear your helmet, kids.
Brock dons his helmet as well, makes sure Maddox is firmly in place, and they're off to Hobby Atrium. Brock doesn't even drive recklessly or run any red lights or anything, because Maddox would probably have some sort of episode.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 19, 2012 21:05:59 GMT -5
Maddox doesn't particularly like riding on bikes, but then he doesn't particularly like riding in cars either, and any sort of public transit is right out! Really, he only particularly approves of walking or biking, but he can't really manage enough of that to be useful without ending up wheezing and scrambling for his inhaler.
However! He trusts Brock and he has to admit the usefulness motorized vehicles in getting from place to place. Sigh, life would be so much easier, though, if he just had his own personal shuttle...
He practically dances in place with excitement after dismounting when they arrive at Hobby Atrium. He does so love model ships!
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 21, 2012 21:05:47 GMT -5
Brock follows Maddox into the store, walking slowly with his hands in his pockets, shaking his head and smiling. It's nice to see his little brother excited about something other than germs. He follows docilely to the appropriate section of the store, stopping briefly along the way to page through a 'How To Draw Faces' book and examine the labels on a couple interesting plastic dinosaurs.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 23, 2012 19:38:47 GMT -5
"Eee, there it is!" Maddox squeals as he's confronted by a stack of boxes on a table labeled 'NEW!' He quickly, but carefully snatches up, looking over the front of the box with greedy eyes.
'Autobot Spaceship', the cover reads, emblazoned in bold letting over a photograph of the assembled, painted model, superimposed over a generic cosmic background. His excited expression slowly droops into a slight frown as he takes in the details of the model, flipping the box over to look at the back for further specifics.
"It doesn't seem very accurate," he mumbles sadly.
Overall it just seems... not right. The proportions are all wrong. That paint job is all wrong. And they really couldn't have put in a little bit of accuracy and made the sections separable...
Wait. What does he know about real life alien spacecraft? He's never even seen one of the aliens except on TV, let alone know anything about their ship! And yet... and yet...
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 24, 2012 16:51:13 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's got two bridge sections and not enough thruster bells," Brock agrees. Wait, what? He blinks and shakes his head to clear it, looking around the aisle to see if there are any other models that look interesting. How come there are never any B-2 models?
"Hey, Maddox," he says, coming up behind his brother and whispering conspiratorially. "That girl over there is totally checking you out. And she's got a Star Trek model in her basket. Go talk to her."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 24, 2012 20:47:11 GMT -5
Before Maddox can put more thought into his and Brock's oddly specific knowledge about an alien spacecraft, his brother has to go and distract him with girls.
Squawking slightly, he clutches the model box tightly, raising it as if to use it as a shield. He glances around wildly, trying to spot this mysterious Star Trek model buying girl.
"No way!" he says, not entirely sure if he's denying the suggestion to go talk to a girl or the very idea that a girl would ever check him out.
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 25, 2012 15:13:18 GMT -5
"She totally is, dude. See, she keeps glancing over at you, and then quickly looking away. Come on, what's the harm in talking to her?" Brock prods.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 25, 2012 20:43:41 GMT -5
"Nuh-uh!" Maddox denies fervently, lifting his box shield until it covers his face up to his eyes. "She's probably looking at you!"
Why would anyone look at a pasty beanpole like him when he's standing next to a super-cool guy like his older brother?
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 27, 2012 17:20:32 GMT -5
"Hm, it's possible," Brock admits, turning to look at the woman again. "I'll go find out," he says, sauntering over to her.
Brock has his back turned to him, and Hobby Atrium's PA system is playing muzak, so Maddox probably can't hear the conversation that follows, though it is interspersed with female giggling. At the end of the conversation the woman quickly exits the aisle, model kit in hand.
Brock strolls back over to his younger brother, all smiles. It's times like these he wishes he wore sunglasses indoors, just so he could take them off when he does something awesome. "It turns out she was looking at you. Here's her number," he says, proffering a scrap of paper to Maddox.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 27, 2012 21:23:50 GMT -5
"Nooo, no, Brock, nooo!" Maddox whines softly, looking on in utter horror as Brock just... just... approaches the woman! What is this madness! How could his brother do such a thing! Oh the humanity!
He sputters and squeaks dramatically to himself as Brock talks to the lady - what are they saying! What is happening! He expects Brock is getting a date-!
As Brock returns, Maddox gives him a look that is the essence of 'why would you do that?' then proceeds into looking utterly gobsmacked when Brock offers him the number. "...Bzuh?"
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 3, 2012 11:40:57 GMT -5
Yes, Brock miraculously emerged unscathed. "You can thank me later," he says, attempting to press the scrap of paper into his brother's hand.
If Maddox's brain is still on the fritz, he might put a hand on his back to guide him to the check-out counter as well.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 3, 2012 12:36:27 GMT -5
"But- but- but-!" Maddox stutters, clutching the paper in one hand and the model box to his chest. He docilely lets himself be guided to the check-out counter, mouth snapping shut as he places the box on the counter for the cashier to scan.
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