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MAX SANTIAGO

blood statusMuggleborn

age30 years old

occupationBroadcast Technician (Lola Out Loud!)

schoolHogwarts

relationship statusTired, probably

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it's gatorrific! • lola Jan 31, 2020 17:19:20 GMT -5 LOLA SKIPPER likes this

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Post by MAX SANTIAGO on Jan 31, 2020 17:19:20 GMT -5

He knocked.

Nothing.

He knocked again.

"Lola!" Despite her having a key to his apartment that she somehow swindled, Max was not given the same honor. "C'mon, it's me!" He knocked again, using the free hand that was not clutching his very prized possession of the hour. My god, if she didn't answer, he might have to eat by himself. On a Saturday! At lunch! That was so uncool. "Lola, please, it's important!" Desperation crept into his voice and he let his head rest against the door. He hated it when she didn't pay attention to him. At least 70% of the weird shit he did was to get some kind of rise out of her, and that seemed like a low estimation. "C'moooooooon," Max whined, smacking his forehead lightly against the door as a sort of half-hearted knock. "It's gonna thaw!"

In his clutches sat the most beautiful burrito he'd seen in at least a month. Wonderfully frozen and wrapped in extremely garish plastic featuring an alligator in sunglasses giving a thumbs up with a wide grin that showed off his many sparkling teeth. The background was a bright yellow and emblazoned with hot pink comic-style letters that boldly read, "Gatorito!" It was awful in every way and Max adored it. He'd found the item in an American gas station, proudly displayed on sale in the freezer section, and this was gonna be the wonderful day that he had enough free time to properly enjoy it in all its majesty. At least it was supposed to be, before his microwave shot a rain of sparks down on him and sputtered out of life -- no doubt a result of his many attempts at melting forks. It was science, people.

Could he have fixed the microwave? Maybe, but he was hungry and Lola and her microwave were right there. Plus, he loved eating weird things in front of her. She always made the worst faces at him and he thought it was truly a high point in humanity's comedic sensibilities. Max could already feel the condensation weeping off the wrapper as his magnificent lunch threatened to thaw and spoil in front of his very eyes. "I'll let you have a bite!" Why did bad things happen to good people? Why did she hate him? Why couldn't he just have his very excellent and exotic burrito?

LOLA SKIPPER

please let him in, lola

♛

Last Edit: Jan 31, 2020 17:21:18 GMT -5 by MAX SANTIAGO

LOLA SKIPPER

blood statusHalfblood

age26 years old

occupationRadio Show Host (Lola Out Loud!)

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it's gatorrific! • lola Mar 20, 2020 12:57:38 GMT -5

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Post by LOLA SKIPPER on Mar 20, 2020 12:57:38 GMT -5

"Shabby Chic? Shabby Chic? There's nothing chic about that ugly dumpster sofa, Sasha!" Lola was yelling at her laptop.

She had been binge watching Interior Design Masters all morning and couldn't get enough. In this episode, the contestants were tasked with restyling country home living rooms, and 'Sasha' who had the most tasteless style of all of the contestants was acting like she was going to win the whole thing. It was very irksome.

"Not even Max would bring that brown monstrosity into his home," Lola commented disapprovingly and popped another fry in her mouth.

Mentioning Max's name was like speaking of the devil, because a minute later a knock sounded from the hallway, pulling Lola's attention away from Sasha's obnoxious tirade about the difference between 'blood orange' and 'red'. Of course, she didn't know it was Max just from the knocking, and she was just about to get up to see who dared disturb her at midday on her day off when the visitor called her name.

So it was just Max. Lola promptly sat down again and pressed play.

The knocking persisted. Important? Lola doubted it!

“F*** off, Santiago!” she called back and increased the volume of the video.

But the lad refused to give up.

Did he just say ‘it’s gonna thaw’?

Ok, Lola was now both annoyed and alarmed.

She sighed and paused the video once more. Max always had the worst timing; he was like a loud fart during a minute of silence. Stomping over to her front door, Lola jerked it open with a sour expression on her face.

“The hell do you want, Max? Sasha was just about to get dragged by the judges for her shabby without the chic.” Then she saw what he was holding and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Is that a burrito? Na-uh, you’re not using my microwave. It took hours to get rid of the fish smell the last time I let you use it!”

But despite the harshness of her words, she stepped aside and let him in.

“Come on then,” she said, exasperated, shutting the door behind him and padding across the hardwood floor to her light and airy living room. She couldn’t blame Max for wanting to hang out here; his apartment sucked.

“I’m watching Interior Design Masters. You could learn a thing or two,” she said derisively and threw herself on the couch, patting the empty space next to her.

“Don’t get any weird burrito sauce on my sofa or I will end you.”

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Last Edit: May 8, 2020 13:34:10 GMT -5 by LOLA SKIPPER

MAX SANTIAGO

blood statusMuggleborn

age30 years old

occupationBroadcast Technician (Lola Out Loud!)

schoolHogwarts

relationship statusTired, probably

posts9

galleons

lexx is offline

Adult

it's gatorrific! • lola May 14, 2020 2:22:00 GMT -5

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Post by MAX SANTIAGO on May 14, 2020 2:22:00 GMT -5

His head rested on the door dejectedly, ignoring the familiar insults coming from inside her apartment. Lola always outwardly told him to go away but, usually, if he looked sad enough she let him hang out regardless. Max perked up when he heard her stomp towards the door. Even if she was annoyed with him, at least he might make contact. This was a matter of life and death, people! His burrito's life was just as important as anybody else's. The jerked opening of the door sent his head bobbing, body lurching forward at the loss of the stable point of contact. He stumbled towards her, stopping just short of a collision. Max straightened up in front of her and held up his prized burrito, showing off the gaudy packaging like it was a treasure he found deep in some forgotten ruin. Lola brought up the fish incident from last time and he held up a finger in protest. "Aha!" Max began, giving her a knowing look. In his mind, he was on the cusp of a decisive argument. If this were a legal court, he was about to totally win the case. "This one isn't fish! Guess what it is." Max held back for 0.005 seconds before blurting out the answer. "It's alligator! You're gonna love it!"

Lola stepped aside and he bounded into her flat, practically skipping on his way to the microwave. "Thanks!" Max pressed buttons excitedly and hit start, watching for a moment as his glorious burrito rotated for beautifully even cooking. He looked back at his friend, absolutely beaming at all the wonders his future held. Soon, he would taste paradise. I realize now that the sentence reads a lot dirtier than intended, but you get what you get.

A few minutes later, the microwave dinged and Max's soul vibrated with unbridled delight. "It's ready!" He exclaimed, surely already annoying Lola into a very early grave. Max rubbed his hands together like a cartoon mad scientist and extracted the burrito from the microwave before swaddling it lovingly in a paper towel to keep the mess at a minimum. He moved to the couch, a large grin on his face as he plopped down next to Lola. "Oooooh. I hope they show something that compliments bean bag chairs." Max's apartment seating was, like, 75% bean bag chairs. He was about to take a bite when Lola warned about the sauce and Max pulled a face. "Thus, the paper towel." He took a bite of the burrito and, immediately, scorched his mouth. It didn't matter, though. It was ambrosia. Max bounced up and down to show his excitement before extending the meal to Lola. "You gotta taste it!"

LOLA SKIPPER

burrito boy

♛

it's gatorrific! • lola

Post by MAX SANTIAGO on Jan 31, 2020 17:19:20 GMT -5

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Post by MAX SANTIAGO on May 14, 2020 2:22:00 GMT -5

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