[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/532086118167085056/tumblr_ojwo5iHH021qhodd8o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Sewers
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Perception[/center]
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 Max awkwardly rubbed his arm at the mention of a daughter. A nervous laughter began to emerge at the thought of James and him being together.[color=aba400]"I don't think I'm quite ready to be a father yet."[/color] Max barely spat out as he took a couple steps away from James, his eyes looking back at him every so often. The defenses were amazing, illusionary walls, genius. However the actual base...was left to be desired for. This was no way to make a living theyd need new clothes, sheets, blankets, tarps, the list went on. His eyes began to dance around the room from mutant to mutant, checking their expressions as well as wondering what powers they may hold. 

 As they made their way towards the chili, James felt the need to spew a few dad jokes, probably to let go of some of the awkward tension that built up from being called a father. He mentioned he was twenty four years old, funny he looked about Max's age but I guess he just aged gracefully. Max's eyes looked away again as he realized the six year gap between the two. That would never work, besides he barely knew him. [Color=aba400]"I'm eighteen so if you're not ready to be a father, I [i]definitely[/i] am no where near it. Thank you for the food by the way. It's much better than having meal supplements and protein bars every day, gotta keep the strength up though. Its not easy ripping into the cosmic fabric of space/time to manifest my desires...or at least the ones that are given to me by an unknown force."[/color] Max shrugged and grabbed a bowl of chili, eating it slowly and savoring every bite.