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Well, Max's night was certainly going splendidly. The detective seemed competent enough to realize they weren't involved, so the entire process of dragging them down to the station was likely for show. Teach them a lesson for daring to try to help or something. That, or everyone who joins the Noila police force gets off to harrassing innocent bystanders. Probably both. Arrogant puppets, all of them. They hadn't even confiscated their foci. Max could have a fork twirling this leech's eye around in the socket like a bite of spaghetti right now if he really wanted to, and she expected him to believe that there was genuine suspicion that they were murderers?

[color=ccff99]"What--Hey, now, easy on the merchandise, this suit is vicuña!"[/color]

[color=8585ad]"Give it a rest, Eris, it's your fault for poking at the body."[/color] Max grumbled as he was shoved into the vehicle alongside the other two. He didn't have the patience to put on an act right now, so if Detective What's-Her-Fuck wanted to play the no-nonsense game, that was what Max was going to give her. 

He turned his gaze to look out the window apathetically as they drove, not deigning to plead his case when he hadn't done anything wrong. Eris covered the million-dollar question anyway, the only thing Max had to add were a few pointless denigrations that Eris only brought up subtextually. 

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