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[color=gold]"Man, I miss that first cup of coffee in the morning. Watching the sun peak up above the sky line."[/color]

Interesting. Morrigan was, indeed, a new vampire; he didn't have the century or so of experience in twisting his words like purebloods did. He was a boy trying to bridge a gap with his new partner, not carefully choosing his words to further his latest machinations. Max could let his guard down. Slightly. 

[color=gold]"I’m sure as long as we keep our main messes to our own rooms, neither of us should have too much of an issue with the living arrangement."[/color]

[color=8585ad]"You're in luck. I've been told I come off as bitter,"[/color] Max began, voice a tad lighter than before but still flat and unenthusiastic, [color=8585ad]"If I taste like that too, you might just get to pretend my neck is a coffee mug."[/color] Briefly, the corner of his mouth quirked into what might've been the beginnings of a grin, then promptly flattened itself out. His eyes abruptly narrowed in distaste as he diverted his gaze downward, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he shrunk into a more withdrawn stance.

[color=8585ad]"Do whatever you want, just don't be too irritating. Messes don't bother me until they get in my way. And don't expect any pity from me because you traded caffeine for a place in the ruling caste."[/color] His miniscule attempt at affability earlier had faded, but he hadn't reached outright hostility. Despite his ire toward the situation itself, he was stuck with the vampire for likely his entire life. Pointless antagonism would accomplish nothing, if not be a detriment to his position overall. He exhaled audibly at the conclusion of his snappish statement, relaxing into a comfortable aloofness again.

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