RTC: Some more of my typical Max and Kai friendship.
Max: Ray-Tiger-Cat's dreams of owning Beyblade are much like that jug-shattered.
Word count: 185
"Awe man, I'm sorry Kai!" Max said, gazing sadly at the now broken jug. For as long as Max could remember, that jug had been on Kai's kitchen table-despite multiple moves-filled with flowers.
Kai sighed. That jug had been important, but there was no way he could tell Max that. "Never mind. Just grab the broom and dustpan, okay?"
Max obeyed, but he had spotted the sad look in Kai's eyes. The poor guy looked heart broken. He held the dustpan as Kai swept in the broken shards. "Hey Kai, where'd you get that jug? You seem so sad that you've lost it.
Kai toyed with the idea of telling someone. It seemed so childish though.
"Please Kai?"
"It belonged to my mother, Max. I keep it around to remind myself of her."
Upon hearing this, Max looked ready to cry. "Awe, I'm even more sorry then. I do the same this with my mom's stuff and I can always ring her up, but you can't."
"It's okay," Kai said with a deeper sigh than before. "It'll probably do me some good to move on."