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Max briefly quirked his head backward as Cassandra talked, trying to locate the source of an annoyingly pleasant-but-not-identifiable scent. The boy was was greeted, much to his horror, with the sight of some new mage kissing the retriever as he was taking a picture. What the hell. Wasn't he just flirting with pale girl? At this rate he'll be in bed with half the campus by the end of the week. 

[color=f26522]"So how have you gotten on with your, er, partner?"[/color]

Max snapped out of his stupor as the girl he was speaking to finished. He hadn't even heard half of that. Hopefully it wasn't important.

[color=8585AD]"Huh? Uh, he's alright, for a leech."[/color] He stammered out. Shit, that was way too honest for his tastes. He glanced away bashfully, [color=8585AD]"I mean, we only said maybe three things to each other all night."[/color]

He managed to compose himself by the time Aaron had handed him the paper, taking it with an arched brow.

[color=CBBA2E]"Text me when you're ready to start."[/color]

He merely hummed affirmatively in response before looking at the slip he was passed. A phone number. In ridiculously over-the-top handwriting. Great. Was Fido flirting with [i]him[/i] now too? He took out his phone in seemingly rude disregard for Cassandra, putting the number in under Golden Retriever. As much as he tried to ignore it - he wasn't going to remember it anyway - the name scrawled across the top gave him pause. Starag. He'd heard that before, somewhere. Whatever, he could ask later. Or not. Hopefully not.

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