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The vampire had been silent since Max had last spoke. Apparently he'd offended him. Whatever. 

He trailed behind Morrigan wordlessly, taking in the scenery of his new home with fleeting interest. The quiet, almost suburban quality of the housing was cozy, yet reasonably luxurious, and the gardens were nice, he guessed, but it wasn't anything awe-inspiring in his eyes. Nighttime always did sour the aesthetics of nature for him. It was ironic, a city can change from a soulless expanse of gray into a lively stretch of neon in the dark, but nature - even the artificial replication of nature present in a simple garden - seemed to lose its grandeur as the sun faded; shifting from something beautiful into something dull at best and mysterious or threatening at worst.

As they reached their dorm, Max fanned himself innocuously with the envelope addressed to him as Morrigan opened the door and casually followed as the vampire hurried inside.

[color=gold]"I guess I’m going to go ahead and get some rest, orientation tomorrow and all."[/color]

The boy rushed off before Max could respond. Not that he would've given more than an acknowledging grunt. Definitely offended, then. Or maybe intimidated - a laughable notion, but not entirely implausible. 

He did a quick walkthrough of the house, excluding the room Morrigan had claimed. Comfortable, although the kitchen gave him pause. Was food provided? Would he have a choice in what he gets? He'd have to ask. He strolled back to the unclaimed bedroom, finally opening the envelope he'd been given. Meaningless congratulatory welcome, orientation starting time, and a notice that he'd likely be stuck with Morrigan from midnight onward. Great. The schedule behind it was more of interest. He couldn't glean any particulars about how he'd be using magic - that's right, he had [i]magic[/i] now - out of the class titles, but he supposed there was no need for the use of magic to be broken into multiple classes when one or two would suffice. Helps tie the concepts together, he'd assume. 

Max started peeling off layers of clothing, taking a minute to hastily put his belongings away and change into something more comfortable. He plopped down on his bed with an annoyed huff, shuffling under the blankets. He'd tried to get acclimated to being awake at night rather than the day prior to this, but he'd underestimated the schedule he'd be put on. At least the tiredness would help him ignore the discomfort that came with falling asleep in an unfamiliar locale. Or so he thought. He still spent a good hour staring at the ceiling, too tired to get up but too awake to sleep.

He didn't know when he finally got to sleep, but when he came to, the room was dark. Of course, it always is without natural lighting. He didn't see any light under the door either, which meant Morrigan was either still asleep or hadn't turned the lights on. Wouldn't surprise him. Max opted to lay there in silence rather than move; not much had changed since last night, he still felt drained. Part of him wondered if he had even slept at all.

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