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[moveslikejaeger]

[Maxim hasn't even gotten a chance to write in his shiny new journal yet (Or rather, old journal that he's forgotten about until now, whoops). He just set it down on the bed, plunked himself down on his stomach, and has at it.]

[But nothing happens.]

[Clearly he just needs more ink - noooo, that doesn't work either. Now there is just a big purple splotch on the page.]

[Okay Maxim, time to be clever about this. Time to use your head.]

[A few minutes later, there is a photo of a very shirtless boy with purple hair, pouting pathetically at the viewer. His journal is broken and he wants attention, take pity on him, please.]

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[thisperfectsaucer]

[N O

There's a huge black splotch

And another

Van will keep trying to write NO until it works]

[moveslikejaeger]

[EYEROLLING]

[Come on, Van, it's not like you've never seen it before, g o s h]

[thisperfectsaucer]

[MOSTLY BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SEEM TO COMPREHEND HOW A SHIRT WORKS

I mean

It's summer

But good lord, Maxim, have some cl--

Wait. A Jaeger wouldn't understand the meaning of class. Sob.

He's just. Going to glare at you.]

[moveslikejaeger]

[CLOTHES ARE FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT HIM.]

[And so is class. He doesn't need class, he's too fabulous for that.]

[Snicker. Chinhands. Wink.]

[thisperfectsaucer]

[No

Don't make him walk two blocks to your house and dump a hot cup of coffee over your head

He'll do it

He won't be sorry]

[moveslikejaeger]

[He wouldn't. There is no way he'd waste that precious, precious coffee.]

[FOREVER LOLLING INTO THE NIIIIIIIIGHT]

[thisperfectsaucer]

[no stop it's not funny

you're not funny

you wouldn't know appropriate humor if it danced naked in front of you whilst reciting the entire works of william shakespeare backwards in latin]

[moveslikejaeger]

[It is the funniest.]

[Van, why are you such a prude?]

[It's not like he's dancing naked.]

[But he could.]

[If you wanted.]

[He has nothing to be ashamed of.]

[thisperfectsaucer]

[You know very well that he's not a prude

But this is a public journal post

And some people reading the journals are eleven

And don't need to see your skinny naked chest

OR YOU DANCING NAKED

DON'T YOU DARE]

[quasistellar]

[This look. Accompanied by the photo changing to one of her giving the same look and holding up a sign saying 'PUT ON A SHIRT, MR. JEAGER, OR ELSE IT'S 10 POINTS FROM YOUR HOUSE THE MOMENT FALL TERM BEGINS.']

[moveslikejaeger]

[Yes, because all the little children are going to be traumatized by his bare chest.]

[Something everyone sees when they go swimming in the lake.]

[Really.]

[ G O S H ]

[Stop fussing and chill.]

[moveslikejaeger]

[ What.]

[ No.]

[ She can't do that, can she?]

[quasistellar]

[Her expression changes, as does the sign: 'Yes. I can do that. Now put on a shirt. This is highly unbecoming behaviour.']

[thisperfectsaucer]

[YES WELL

Shut up

He will fuss over you all he wants, it is quite literally his job

He will eventually get paid to do it]

[mo_cara]

[Purple ink blot!]

1/2

[moveslikejaeger]

Voice post 2/2

[moveslikejaeger]

[Rhianna's Rude Boy plays, but the accompanying picture is of Maxim in a tight pink shirt]

[Better?]

[moveslikejaeger]

[A wink and kisses blown!]

[moveslikejaeger]

[And Maxim will get paid to be half naked and cause trouble. It all evens out in the end.]

[mo_cara]

[Oh, wait, here, hang on ... ah! There, a grinning kid in clown make-up who waves enthusiastically.]

[bev_rage]

[What even is happening here.]

[moveslikejaeger]

[Camwhoring.]

[It's fun]

[Roxy should try it]

we interrupt this program to bring you...

[polariity]

[Oh hey it's that lisping douchebag! And what's this, he's holding up a sign of his own while lounging in what looks like a packrat's heavenly paradise?]

['TEN POINTS FOR THE GOOD SONG CHOICE']

voice reply;

[quasistellar]

Ten points from your house and a week's detention for the music.

[moveslikejaeger]

[Hooray!]

[Hey, hey Gamzee. Do you want to see his panties? Do you?]

[Because he's sloooooooowly inching his way down there]

[PSYCHE, totes jumping to his socks. They are red thigh-highs, and they totally rock]