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So close. Max was [i]so[/i] close to dodging them. He really needed to work on his power walk. At least they seemed like they had legitimate business here and didn't just show up to bother him, given that Flower Boy was trying to get the clerk's attention too, but Max sincerely doubted they were already headed this way before he had brought it up on the phone. And of course, the Retriever was walking over like he wanted to [i]talk[/i]. 

[color=f0d705]“Don’t tell me [i]that[/i] is the thing you were talking about on the phone. I thought all that dog talk was a weird figure of speech or something. Where on earth did you get that?”[/color]

[color=8585ad]"I know colloquialisms are probably a bit rare up in your ivory tower, but I'm not quite sure what possessed you to think 'I need to make sure the dog doesn't shit all over the house' could be anything other than literal,"[/color] Max grumbled with a dramatic roll of his eyes, [color=8585ad]"It's Eric's new pet rat. Apparently it's a gift for... someone."[/color]

He turned away and approached the counter, not too keen on a lengthy conversation when he had other priorities. [color=8585ad]"Hi, I'm Maxwell Alderman. My vampire just got switched and he neglected to tell me where my new dorm was."[/color] He then quirked his head back toward Aaron, apparently fielding two conversations at once. It was efficient enough, especially since he really didn't care whether he came off as rude. 

[color=8585ad]"By the way, I don't recall inviting you to stalk me. Or was this just a [i]happy accident[/i]?"[/color] Max's tone didn't make it sound very happy; more like a tragic twelve-car-pile-up-on-the-highway accident. And the road was blocked. And he was stuck in the traffic jam behind it. And he was late for work.

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