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You've reached Terry Ward. I'm not here right now, leave a message and I'll get back to you.

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[notahobby]

Cool. I think it'd be fun to write an album that's a story. That's not really in Flashstep's wheelhouse, though.

[The way he says it is not really regretful.]

[traumatizing]

You never know. [Oops guess who's already thinking about it.] It'd be kind of interesting. You don't really get that kind of thing in pop music, but how cool would it be? Telling the story in dance and song?

[Pretty cool.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie shrugs.]

Well, we'd have to agree on a story first. I can't really see that happening.

[traumatizing]

That's the problem with groups.

[He shrugs too, and reaches over to grab some of whatever Maxxie's eating.]

If you ever get that storytelling itch though, I'd be happy to help you scratch it.

[notahobby]

[Sorry Terry you opened him up for dumb jokes.]

Oh, I'll be asking you to scratch a lot of itches from here on out, babe.

[Also, pet names.]

[traumatizing]

[He snorts.] Should've seen that coming, huh?

[notahobby]

[A smug grin.] It's just what you get for saying yes.

[traumatizing]

[God. He really wants to kiss Maxxie, but he can't reward that behaviour so. He's just gonna have to settle for shaking his head, pretending (badly) that he regrets his choices.]

What have I done...?

[notahobby]

Got yourself a gorgeous boyfriend, obviously.

[He says this with a great amount of faux-confidence and then snickers as he takes another bite of food.]

[traumatizing]

Ugh.

[It's both faux-disgust at Maxxie, and real disgust at himself for being so charmed by that that he leans over to kiss Maxxie on the cheek quickly.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie grins at him, always overjoyed at the casual affection. Still grinning, he looks at all the food and then points to a takeout box just on the other side of Terry.]

Hey, can you pass me one of those egg rolls?