Max Evans | Roswell: New Mexico (tornadoinside) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-05-31 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, brooke maddox (shadeofmean), ~2019 june, ~40 points, ~~max evans (tornadoinside) |
WHO: Max Evans and OPEN
WHAT: Doing a little shopping
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: Walmart
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Max couldn't really say that he was enjoying working in the clinic. It made him nervous about getting found out, and the act of healing itself was physically hard on him. But throwing up and drinking several bottles of acetone a day was a small cost when compared to the good that he was doing. Good that he'd refused to do back in Roswell, so desperate he was to hide himself and who he was. So while physically it was really difficult, it was emotionally rewarding.
After he'd gotten off work this evening, he'd gone to Walmart to pick up a few things. Acetone, for one thing. He'd thrown about ten bottles in his cart, and right now was looking - rather lost - at the different fingernail polishes. He had to buy some, of course, to make the rest of his purchase look less...strange. But he didn't know a damn thing about nail polish. Why was it so expensive? Did the price make a difference? He stared for a moment more, then grabbed a bright red one, thinking that it would look great on Liz with her skin town. Of course, he thought everything looked great on Liz. He was more than a little smitten.
He grabbed another one, which was...uh, some sort of purple. And a pink one. That was enough, yeah? For good measure, he turned and grabbed a green one. Four bottles would work, surely. He hoped Liz would at least use them. He was not the kind of guy who, well, ever bought nail polish, so he hoped that he'd chosen a good sort, at least.