Re: log: dylan & max
"I still go back sometimes," he said of California. Sucking milkshake through a plastic straw, Dylan sat back and considered the taste. It was decidedly artificial and the color in the straw was neon yellow. He approved, and took a second taste. Honestly, Dylan wasn't even sure if he remembered what a real banana tasted like. His culinary experiences from college and onward had been centered around delivery services, pizza rolls, and protein powder. His bloodline was refined, and he determindedly avoided that kind of thing, so artificial banananess was actually bliss for a slacker's rebellious attitude.
"The company I work for is based there, but I couldn't live there longterm. Everything is too... I don't know, sunny." He folded his hand around his cup and looked at her. He was sobering up slowly, and regretted the fumbling clarity that came with. "And I'm from the Northeast, you know." Sip. "I need my winters, and all that On Walden Pond shit."
"Besides, if I want the beach, I'm just going to jump ship and move to Bali. Really commit." He smiled, a tease. They both had to know that he didn't belong on any beach anywhere.