˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Max Mayfield. (Parody).

Max nulled his tenuous clicks of the tongue, deeming them to be rather useless and would certainly ignore anything else he wanted to wail out. Propping her hands on her hips, a scolding glare hinted at the utter chaos that awaited if he continued to wander into a /

Utterances that emitted back to the displeased girl first triggered the ire deep within, then urged a boisterous laughter to rumble out with intervals putting a space between each set. “Delusional much?” One arm twisted underneath the other, rain boots painted with mud like a /

Displeasure stretched from one corner of her mouth to the opposite end, earning another roll of the eyes. “Call me that again and I’ll follow through with my threat.” Venom twisted around each click of her sharp tongue, coming to a full stop when she realized that what he said/

Stupefaction sheathed the teen, heart suddenly battering against her chest when she was lifted for an odd embrace. “Michael, I swear I will kick you-“ Soft hands tapped against the ones that were holding her prisoner before she emitted out the lightest form of laughter — facing /

A razor-sharp scowl jumped in the boy’s direction, sighing heavily as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you like - shut up?!” The wide selection still wasn’t enough to cater to her desire for the perfect pumpkin, his added blabbering surely didn’t help lure it from-