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Max stood his ground while Flower Boy and that [i]Lady of the Night[/i] sorted out... whatever the hell these vampires were bothering him about, defiant gaze stopping just short of eye contact with Trenchcoat in front of him. He stood casually, but his weight distribution was poised to allow for quick movement should the neckbiter get antsy. Apparently they were expecting him to shake Flower Boy down for lunch money - or maybe perfume samples, given the smell coming off him - like some middle school bully. Max almost chuckled - [i]almost[/i]. He didn't know he was so intimidating. 

[color=ed1c24]“I’m a lover, not a fighter. If that makes me seem a coward, then I coward I shall act.”[/color] Trenchcoat said as he bowed like a theatrical idiot. [color=ed1c24]“And I would very much like to make the inconvenience up to you, if such a beauty would allow me. Perhaps, dinner? After I shred these abominable clothes of course.” [/color]

He resisted the urge to physically roll his eyes. And, more impressively, he resisted the urge to groan. The fact that this guy knew he dressed like a tool and did it anyway arguably made his fashion choices even worse. Max wondered if he'd be out of line to tell this guy to take a hike through a sunlit meadow. 

[color=8585AD]"Gross."[/color] He grunted simply, [color=8585AD]"Can I go now? Or are you gonna start waxing poetic as you beg my favor on one knee?"[/color]

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