What fresh hell is this {Max}

[Marcell Greystone]

Marcell had finished work and decided to swing by the university to drop off some food for Griff. Wasn’t often but any extras that were cooked got taken home. Today had been wings, he’d like to say they were a favorite of Griffs. Reality was if it were edible it was probably a favorite of Griffs. He sure loved his food. It was good for Marcell, he was able to try out most new recipes on him first. They knew each other well enough to give out honest opinions when it came to food.

Stopping by his class with the takeaway box it was completely empty. Sure he’d expected no students with it being a lunch break but Griff might have lingered around. A little disappointed he wandered into the room to place down the box onto the desk. Marcell wasn’t one to mess through his desk, but he couldn’t resist giving the chair a spin while he waited.

It felt a little strange to be sitting in front of an empty class, he couldn’t imagine teaching anyone anything good. He got quite nervous in front of large crowds of strangers. The thought of it got him all antsy, so he distracted himself with tossing and catching the rock he’d found on the desk. Tossing it a little too high it bounced off the large vent above, the noise echoed and was enough to startle Marcell into falling back on the chair, rock hitting him in the chest.

The pain only helped evolve the new thought in his mind. A harmless prank on Griff. It would have been perfect. Marcell lay there for a moment, catching his breath back while staring up at the ceiling. Quickly pulling himself to his feet he pulled the chair back up into its original place and left the rock - now with a wonderful chip - beside the box of food.

Glancing up and down the hallway as he peeked his head out, he carefully closed the door. Now he had more privacy in the classroom he climbed the desk. Stretching up to open the vent door with a clang. Dust scattered causing him to cough a little. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but no going back now. Pulling himself up he wiggled his legs in the air to help hoist him up into the vent. He had no idea what he was planning to do once Griff returned, but he knew it’d be great whatever happened.

Getting into the vent had been a rather tight squeeze, they weren’t really designed for six foot-something adults. He tried to maneuver around to have his head be by the vent opening rather than his ass, but that was no use. Hearing the door open up he froze. Damnit he wasn’t ready for this.

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[Max Tyros]

TAGGED Marcell Greystone <<OUTFIT>> except not 'chuck' but 'max Confuzzled Maxie

Max was exhausted! He knew Kallie was trying to help him out of his shell, so to speak, but this was quite literally throwing him into the deep end! At least the cart had a long awning, so he was in the shade as he made various drinks, hot and cold for students and teachers alike. He and another employee had been sent to the university campus to work a little cart-kiosk. It had been rented for the day, and there was a constant stream of people coming for their next dose of caffeine. It was a lot of hard work, especially considering the lunch rush was in mid-swing, but it was starting to die down now, thankfully. Max had managed to stick it out during the busiest time, and he had to admit that he was pretty proud of himself. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he would be able to manage something like this (with help, of course). Maybe he was finally starting to grow. He still had a long way to go, this was only a starting point. He still tripped over his words and stuttered while speaking with the customers, and he had to be careful when his hands started to shake once he started to feel overwhelmed. But…he had pulled through. Finally, a break in the line of customers, and Max let out a sigh of relief. Looking over his shoulder at the campus, he bit his lip thoughtfully. That man…Griffin…worked here. He remembered that much, at least. Maybe…he should go and say hi. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he licked his lips before turning back towards his partner for the day. “D-Do you mind…if I…take a quick break? I…I won’t be too long…I promise…” Thankfully, his coworker was pretty easy-going and agreed under the condition that Max keep his phone on him in case they got slammed again. Max poured a cup of coffee before putting a protective lid on it. He would be sure not to spill this one. There was a map inside the campus, but it didn’t help him much in determining which classroom Griffin was teaching from. In the end, he had to force himself to ask a student in the hall, who thankfully had the answer he was looking for. By the time Max made it to the room in question, he knocked twice softly before slowly opening the door with a slight creak. The first thing that struck him was the scent of chicken. The next…was the rather long pair of legs dangling from a vent above the desk. Mouth dropping open in shock for a moment, he looked around before closing the door again. “U-Um…Griffin…?” Was that him…in the vent?

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