in which maxxie makes his way through the amis
Maxxie had been living at the safehouse for a good couple of weeks now, and he'd seen a lot of people he used to know come and go, but he hadn't had the chance to really talk to any of them. He didn't want to bother anybody, and no one seemed particularly willing to chat, so he had kept to himself.
One of the people he was most eager to talk to was Courfeyrac. They had managed to get along so well before the world fell into utter shit, but now Maxxie only ever saw him smoking outside with that look on his face, and he couldn't bring himself to say hello.
Today, however, he was just so bored of trying to straighten up the place and being turned down when he offered to help, he was in a bit of a bad mood and was wandering around the hideout with a dark cloud hanging over his head. He might have cursed at anyone he bumped into, regardless of any past friendship.
One of the people he was most eager to talk to was Courfeyrac. They had managed to get along so well before the world fell into utter shit, but now Maxxie only ever saw him smoking outside with that look on his face, and he couldn't bring himself to say hello.
Today, however, he was just so bored of trying to straighten up the place and being turned down when he offered to help, he was in a bit of a bad mood and was wandering around the hideout with a dark cloud hanging over his head. He might have cursed at anyone he bumped into, regardless of any past friendship.