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[color=f26522]"If you're a first year too, we might end up beating each other to a pulp here!"[/color]

Max paused in his writing on the application as he heard the ungodly cheeriness of the voice next to him. What was with people here? Did he have a sign taped to his back that said "Bother Me!" today or something? He shot the girl a scrutinizing gaze, nostrils flaring in distaste. He could admit, she was far too underdressed to be some annoying vampiric adulator and her opening line was clever enough. He'd humor her. For now. Beats talking to the retriever and his overly-pale crush, in any case. He shoot a quick glance their way. Disgusting. Labrador was fawning over a glorified toothpick hanging from her waist. Get a room. When he looked back to Cassandra, his eyes softened, if only slightly, and he went back to filling out his Guild paperwork.

[color=8585AD]"You're half right,"[/color] he sneered with the slightest upturn of his mouth into a grin, [color=8585AD]"I might end up beating [i]you[/i] to a pulp here."[/color] He tapped his pen against his chin in feigned contemplation, continuing casually without skipping a beat, [color=8585AD]"Think they'll let us beat up vamps too, or are they keeping us separate? I'd imagine there's a lot of pent-up anger there."[/color] He phrased it innocently enough; one might even believe that was a simple observation and not the exact intent running through Max's head.

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