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Max is a serial killer. And Charles is depressed. And they are roommates.
“Hey, things kind a get boring this days.” Max says with a spoon full of Lasagna in his mouth. “Do you know someone to.. You know….. Anyone in mind?”
Charles Leclerc three years ago would have gagged.
“Kill me please…” Charles drops his head on the table. His eyes are dead. “I beg you….” He whispers.
And Max just laughs at him. “Charles, you are crazy? Why would I kill you.” Max says, still laughing. Like Charles not wanting to live anymore is the funniest thing he has ever heard.
The Monegasque groans.
Max’s laugh dies down and continue eating his food. “Charles, you are too dramatic, stop overthinking Mate. But seriously, I’m bored. Got a guy in mind? Any guy Is fine.”
Charles lifts his head. He looks at Max dead in the eyes. Those beautiful green irises stare at Max chewing his food. No light shines behind those eyes.
Max raises his brow, “Come on Charles, it’s fun. Pick someone. Anyone.”
“Me Max! Me. Pick me! Chose me!” Charles shouts. Tapping his own chest with a bit too much energy.
The Dutchman look at him, tilting his head in thought. “Hmm…You?... Naah! You’re too pathetic, I’d feel bad.” He grins.
Charles groans again. He closes his eyes and rubs his face. No longer hungry. “I’m going to bed. You wash the dishes.” He says and gets up.
“Hey it’s unfair! I washed the dishes yesterday.”
“Kill me, Max. I don’t caree…”