Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM
Max knew the woman, but he couldn't place why that was. He had memories of her. If he tried to grasp at the memories, they would slip away, smoke between his fingers. He felt compelled to find someone. A mouse or a rabbit. Or was it both? But as the woman invited him along, he swept the idea from his mind without a second thought at that moment.
He left the door of his apartment ajar and began to march towards her. There was a name she had. Her name dangled on the tip of his tongue and hung there like a rock-climber who has just lost his balance. Then she mentioned his kettle. Max stopped in his place and held his kettle to his chest with both his arms. "Could be very helpful? Tea is always helpful," he stated indignantly, as if the woman had just insulted the color of his eyes.
With a "hrmph", he then came to her side, towering over her slightly more than usual due to the height of the heels on his feet.