“Happy Easter, Hawkins!” Is currently on her couch, with a pillow behind her head, wrapped up in a warm blanket and stuffed some chocolate in her face. She’s going to sit there and watch movies all day. Happy Sunday!

Pokes at the TL.

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Yaaaawns. Sleepy Max is sleepy. Flops down on the floor and curls up in a blanket to keep herself warm. Goodnight, Hawkins.

Max sprawls out across the TL, dramatically huffing. She’s bored and is grounded, she’s supposed to stay in her room but she snuck out instead. Big mistake.

She stares at the TL, clicking her tongue from boredom. What’s her next move?

— ❝𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.❞

Plops into bed, beyond exhausted.

Peeks onto the TL. C o u g h. Where is everyone? “Hello?”

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭; 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.

She's just gonna poke people, on the cheek. What? She doesn’t care. Bored, Max is bored.