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Max kept near the door as the group entered the tattoo parlor. Seemed like Count Cinnamon was already microchipping his new dog. While Max personally found the practice immediately abhorrent, he couldn't think of a more deserving victim, so he kept his disgusted sneering to a minimum. 

The mage followed Eris outside the shop, assuming the long-awaited delivery had finally arrived. Seemed a bit extraneous to give the deliveryman his own driver, though judging by Eris' expression, this was someone he knew. Probably one of his assistants that he was babbling about earlier.

[color=ccff99]"Wells, this is Antigone Aëdon, my agent and manager."[/color] 

[i]Wells[/i], god. He'd have to come up with a better name than 'Eric' if this kept up. 

[color=8585ad]"Yeah, yeah, nice to meet you too."[/color] It was halfway genuine. The more staff Eris had doting on him, the less work Max would have to do. If he was lucky Eris would spend all his time bugging Antagonism and Max would just get to blend into the background. Probably for the best given the fame surrounding the leech; throwing a chair at some paparazzi clown waving a camera in his face and asking about Eris would be more trouble than it was worth.

He was less enthusiastic about the little white rodent that crawled out of the bag. [i]This[/i] was what Eris was so concerned about? A dog? He could already hear it barking all night- err, day, whenever the hell he was supposed to be sleeping. The name was just icing on the cake; he'd have to do a distracting double-take every time Eris called the oversized squirrel from across the dorm. 

[color=8585ad]"Do they even let pets in the dorms?"[/color] Max questioned simply. He held back most of what he [i]actually[/i] wanted to say given Varis was still lingering. No sense in dropping the act now when he was almost rid of the vampire's oversight. 

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