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[Yeah? Two can play it at this game. Max may or may not have used her rewind powers to cheat her way into this pun-up.]
โSure. What should I start with? The โ๐๐ผ๐น๐บ๐ถ๐๐บ, ๐๐ผ๐น๐บ๐ถ๐๐บ, ๐๐ผ๐น๐บ๐ถ๐๐บโ ornaments or the Partridge in a ๐๐๐ฉ๐ง๐?โ
[A bashful grin tugs at his lips. No harm done, he knows Max is only teasing.]
It's very advanced punology stuff. I don't expect everyone to get it.
Feelin' like helping with setting up the Chemistree, now I've explained the word in great details?
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โOhโ . . well, Iโm glad I can provide ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ comfort on this campus, especially with all those Bigfoots stomping around.โ
[The latterโs smile was mirrored, digits sheepishly adjusting her shoulder strap.]
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โEverything is a picture, waiting to be taken.โ
[Cue the photographer snapping her retro Polaroid at the reader, blinding them for a split second with the flash. Max couldnโt help herself.]
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[Freckled visage turning over to face the other, a kind smile appeared on her face, digits tapping lightly onto her Polaroid camera as a fidget.]
โJust for being nice? That says a lot about the students at Blackwell, doesnโt it?โ
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โPoor Samuel. Communicating with the critters every morning is a bit out of the norm, but not enough to be labeled as โ๐๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฑ.โ A harmless and gentle soul.โ
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โI donโt need to be nosy to see how much of a ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ you are, Logan.โ
[Looks like Max is still on her invincibility streak, despite her usual shy demeanor.]
โYou think I canโt see you sexing up every female in front of you, even ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ditching Dana?โ
โThatโs Dana business and my business, and ๐๐๐๐ alone. Does Dana know youโre being a nosy bitch?โ
His hackles were definitely raised. Teeth clenching, his fists continued to ball.
โLeave me alone, Max.โ
See, not only is 'Chemistree' a portmanteau word made with 'chemistry' and 'tree', it's also close enough to the word 'Christmas' that it sounds like 'Christmas tree'! Boom! Three way pun! Did I blow your mind?
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โIf I donโt, then why are you getting defensive? For a *๐๐ข๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ญ, you suck at covering your tracks, dude.โ
[The anger brewing was mutual; she felt terrible for what Dana had to go through, and knew it was enough to get at least ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ justice.]
The shocked expression on Loganโs face said it all. The last thing he had been expecting to talk about (with Max Caulfield of all people) was about that.
Ears turning a dark shade of red, fist clenching, he looks away.
โShut the hell up, Max. You donโt know anything.โ
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[Max Caulfield has a reputation of being nosy, which includes snooping through things and rewinding to grasp that knowledge without upsetting her friends. Such as this instance.]
โYou knocked her up and just ๐ก๐๐๐ฉ? Pathetic letters arenโt gonna FIX that shit.โ
โโฆ โฆ โฆโ
Heโs surprisingly quiet. A frown forms on his lips, slowly becoming more pronounced as her words - the implication behind them - bury into his brain.
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โYou know exactly what Iโm talking about, Robertson.โ
[The nosy brunette retaliated, tone sharp and her stare cold.]
โDana and I are ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ, you know.โ