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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."
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Max's head whipped to Willow when she laughed at her story. It was so unbelievably adorable Max wasn't quite sure what to do other than grin. She was about to comment on it after a beat when Willow decided to say something even more unbelievable. Unbelievable just for the fact that Max wasn't expecting it in the slightest. In fact, her face started to flush a bright, burning red. When Willow shoved chicken into her mouth, Max looked away and took a large swig of the drink Winter had placed before her. Flowers? She thought, resisting the urge to smell her hair. It would smell like Willow anyway. What flowers?
Max smiled softly at Willow's childhood dream. She wondered how true it really was considering she was raised by heroes at the time, but she had no trouble picturing a young Willow, eyes glued to the TV screen as a cartoon rendition of Albert Einstein prattled away about some experiment or another. "What about those cartoons with the Dr. Frankenstein references? I bet those were a huge inspiration for that dream." Max was, of course, commenting on the fact that Dr. Frankenstein had experimented with electricity in order to shock his creation to life. The idea of experiments sent her gaze wandering over to Poppy.
For the renaissance story, she just listened. She only commented after the fact about never going before. "Is it any fun? I've always wanted to wear one of the outfits. There's just something so liberating about changing your character for a day, you know?" She reached for her drink and had started to take a couple of slow sips from it when Willow began her next story. At this point she had collected quite a bit of the drink in her mouth and went to swallow at the exact same time Willow said the phrase "phallic objects" and she choked. Thankfully only a little came out of her nose. Lord only knows would've happened if more had shot forth. Not only the embarrassment but the burn!
She grabbed a napkin and blew her nose as soon as she stopped coughing from the alcohol that had tried to go down her trachea instead of her esophagus. "Wait... what?" she managed to choke out. She had so many questions, but all of them were stuck behind the one. She tried to remember if she had even been there and decided she probably hadn't considering she was too busy studying to do most things. She still doesn't know half the movies that were released the four years after she graduated from high school. "What?"