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Mar 23, 2010 20:07

Goofy had finished writing out his first two quizzes for his first two classes of the year. Despite his outward appearances, he was smart - he'd finished his least year of college with a 4.0, after all - and he knew there were a lot of kids taking his comedy class because they wanted an easy elective. Well, that wasn't how Goofy Goof operated! ( Read more... )

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goof_2_the_max March 24 2010, 01:23:09 UTC

Max was currently on his way from his music theory class to the library when he got the indecipherable text message from his dad. In the back of his mind, he was thinking two things - 1. Who in their right mind let his dad have access to technology? and 2. Well, at least he got the punctuation right.

That's when he saw his dad about 30 feet in front of him, in the mud puddle and he skated over, offering his hand up. "What did you just try to text me?"

dontlosefocus March 24 2010, 01:30:29 UTC

Goofy blinked as he looked up through the mud dripping into his eyes to see his son. "Maxy!" He grinned and accepted the offered hand, moving to his feet. "I was just seeing how you're doing, making sure you're okay. I was thinking I can use technology to do that instead of coming over!" He tried to wipe his clothes off and ended up smearing the mud worse. "How are you, anyway? Do you have time to get some food with your old man?"

goof_2_the_max March 24 2010, 01:35:27 UTC

Max watched his dad with a sigh, and shook his head, pulling a towel out of his backpack. "Here, use this," he murmured, before scratching the back of his head. "Well, I couldn't read it, but I appreciate the sentiment. Err, food," He floundered, halfway between wanting to just go to the library and actually realizing that yeah, he was pretty hungry, shrugged one shoulder.

"I could eat. You doin' okay? I know you have a pretty heavy workload, I don't want you to work yourself to death."

dontlosefocus March 24 2010, 01:45:45 UTC

"Gwarsh, thanks!" He wiped himself off well enough, taking off his suit jacket where most of the mud had fallen. "Oh, did I not push the buttons right? I'm still figuring out all this newfangled cell phone nonsense. Seems I can get it to do almost everything but call people!" he shrugged himself and smiled at his son, wanting to ruffle his hair but thinking better of it due to his muddy gloves. "Sure, I've got a lot of work to do, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't eat! Got to have three squares a day or else the noggin' can't get to goin'!"