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Max exitted the lunchroom in no particular haste; orientation was over for the most part, and until classes began, he had no reason to even be here. Not that a day trip anywhere else would be preferable. He could go back to the dorm, but that left room for Morrigan to intrude on him. Even if he cloistered himself away in some long-forgotten corner of campus, hidden from the prying eyes of the student body, he'd still end up being bothered by some petty servant or janitor stumbling upon him with his luck today. 

He'd have to settle for option number two: Hiding in Plain Sight. He took up residence on an unoccupied bench in the courtyard, pulling out his phone to kill time. He hopped between apps in his typical state of anhedonia, only showing any sign of emotion when he paused to glare at an approaching stranger who had the audacity to even consider sitting in his vicinity. He was bored, and he could only pretend otherwise for so long. Retriever left to fight Paleface, didn't he? Visiting the arena was bound to be little more than a source of irritation until he developed some viable magic abilities, or even knew his own damn affinity for that matter, but it could be a fruitful endeavor. He could, at the very least, get a handle on how the other mages handle themselves in a fight. But that was a while ago. Would they still be holding fights afterward or was that a special request? How long did the preparations take? The fight itself?

He stood with a reluctant sigh, tucking his phone back into his front pocket. Only one way to find out. He once again took his time moving to his destination, using the casual stroll as another excuse to waste time. He really needed to get a hobby. As he approached the arena, people were leaving, yet no one was entering. He'd missed the event of the day, it seems. He couldn't tell whether this was a blessing or a curse until he caught a glimpse of that weirdo with the annoying floral perfume smell that was slobbering all over the Retriever's cheek earlier. Definitely a curse, then. Although, upon closer inspection, he looked pretty dejected, and the other two stooges were nowhere to be seen. For lack of suitable entertainment, option number three: Act Like a Gossipy School Girl was officially in effect.

[color=8585AD]"Hey, Flower Boy,"[/color] Max started, leveling a disinterested gaze on Salem as he approached from the front, [color=8585AD]"Did Lightbulb and Paleface kick you out while they hooked up in a closet or something?"[/color] He paused in his movements and tucked his hands in his pockets casually, trying to give off a lax demeanor despite essentially trying to block Salem's path.

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