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[color=598527]"Wanna walk with me back to the dorms? Wouldn't mind the company."[/color]

Max would've given Salem a flat stare in response, but he was too preoccupied glaring daggers into the back of Trenchcoat's head to be bothered. His nostrils flared distastefully before he turned away. Who did that horny idiot think he was? Bad enough that he didn't mind his own business, he had the audacity to [i]flirt[/i] afterward, as if Max was just going to humbly submit himself after being accused of ill intent just to be wooed by the lavish and charming [i]Declan[/i]. What a stupid name. What a stupid outfit. What a stupid face. He needed something to yell at. Maybe give those leeches a real reason to pull him away from someone. But, unfortunately, all he had to work with was some floral-scented loser. He fixed his glare onto Flower Boy. Nope, that was an inadequate void to scream into, and it would probably end with the Retriever bothering him for picking on his... whatever the hell you call someone who randomly kisses you at orientation. 

[color=8585AD]"Why do I even bother?"[/color] He huffed, turning pointedly away from the other mage and stomping off in the direction of the dorms. It wasn't an acceptance of Salem's invitation, but it could easily be construed as one. Max clearly wasn't thinking.

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