Mr. Corpse (Maxine Smith)

𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 - 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔬

-̴̧̡̛̛̲͈̜̝̀̍̐̅̀̕-̴̡̛͉̯̮̟͒́̓͊̈̔͂ͅ-̵̛̬̟̖̏̿̃̑̌͝-̸̫̙̫̈́͌̌͌̚-̶̨̹͈͎͙̝̂-̴̪̞̪̯͖͂̂̅͘͠-̵͚̥̖̗͉̠͌̇̾̎͌͛̓̔͜-̷̞̠̝̗̗̼͇͈̫̩̈́̈́̾̔̊͠-̷͎̫͔̖̯͈̦̹̊̽̏̔͊̊̋̈̕͠-̶̛̘́̽̏̋̄̊͆̕-̵̭̰́͑̀̓̿͘-̶͖͎̩͕͈̈̈́ͅ-̵̪̱͎͉͎̠̦͐͂͗̀̀͆̇̄̕͝ͅ-̵̛͍͉̮̯̱̳́̓̽̒̚͝-̴̱̜̲̹͕̱̼͂̌̈́̊͜͜-̷̩̘̬͙̹̾̆̏̓̍-̶̡̨̢̰͇̩͇̘̭̙̔̚-̴͕̈̊͋-̶͚̩͙͑̚-̵̫̥̠̩̗̼̩̮̾̅̊̉̓͂̕̕͠-̵̨̨̺̣̖̣͚̤̐̇̋̚͝-̸̨͐́̽͌͐͆͝-̸̜̥̮̔͠-̷̤͖̤̭̱̆͑̓ͅ

˜"*°•.𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 - 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔬.•°*"˜

febuary 8, 2021

09:22

axel was gone to his interview, so max moved the couch out of the way in the living room and got to work. max let her body flow to the music, wary of the bright red cast on her left wrist. she felt as if she were back in her element. no doubt max knew she was rusty, but she didn't expect to get this frustrated with herself. the whole choreography thing was a lot harder than she remembered it being.

either way she pushed through and in a few hours managed to get half of the song choreographed and memorized. max finally decided to call it quits and moved the couch back. eventually she wandered to the bathroom and turned on the tap to fill the tub.