Day 8
"I just realized something," Max said from her spot on a chair. She had it reclined back, her right foot pushing the chair in front of her that was occupied by Oak, having her phone in her lap while she looked behind her at another chair, "if I fall back i'm gonna die." she said, eyeing the chair. "The chair is right behind me."
"Here." Laurens said, standing up from his spot on one of the couches where he and Hamilton had been laying on. Hamilton's head was on his lap and the man was not happy when he got up, making a whining noise as he stood.
Laurens grabbed the chair and moved it over to the left a little, going to sit back down afterwards.
"You're probably still going to hit your head." he said with a laugh, seeing that he didn't move the chair that far.
"It's ok," Max said, looking behind her, "i'll probably only get a slight concussion if I fall."
"You have had one before?" Hamilton asked, muffled slightly by Laurens thigh.
"When I played soccer for my school back in Georgia." she said, the pair looking at her with feigned interest. "I tripped and fell and I thought I broke my ass and it was at a game, too."
Laurens and Hamilton both chuckled.
"I did not know you were originally from Georgia." Hamilton said, looking up from his spot as his voice was no longer muffled.
"Yeah, I-" Max made a screeching sound as Oak suddenly stood up from his chair and she fell out of hers. Hamilton and Laurens tried to stifle laughter, some chuckles breaking through.
"What the fuck was that for?" Okeiriete asked as he looked at her with a raised brow and a poorly contained grin.
"You got up and the balance was shifted." Laurens said.
"Oops, my bad." Oak said, offering a hand to help her up, which she took gladly.
"I guess these are one of those 'Don't kick my chair, bruh," moments, huh?" he asked, making Laurens and Hamilton ask what it meant.
"It's a frays we use since she said it and it was funny, since someone kicked her chair, and she punched them and said that."
"This is possibly one of those moments, Oak." she said, clapping him on the back before sitting down in her chair again.
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By the time Thor finally showed up at the Tower, John had taken up residence in the living room with a sketching book, while Alex had searched through what felt like half of Wikipedia, and written as much.
Bruce's current theory was that Alex was trying to cram the entire internet into his brain.
And he still had Questions;
What does the atom really look like?
Why did Prop 8 pass?
How does the plumbing system work?
Could it work at another pressure?
What changes would have to be done?
Why can one not simply use two separate machines to independently ascertain the location and the speed of an electron?
Why was Gimli allowed to go to Aman?
Why do people use Snapchat where they only send pictures of floors, when a chat would be much more efficient and require significantly less data usage?
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