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Gee, that was such an informative response. Although no, not everyone had a family, but Eris assumed that was all he was going to get. Eh, he wasn't that fond about talking about his family, either, so he could let that one slide. Now that he thought about it, though, he was floundering, the urge to groan growing. If he could get a fake princess illusion to reluctantly agree with his services, he could get the kid to not throw him into a lake. Something impersonal, but could qualify as small talk. But small talk was so boring, what was the point of talking if you weren't either trying to get information out of them or trying to see if they were down to get dirty?

Wait a minute, what if the kid thought the same thing? Except for the latter, he was pretty sure Wells would rather sit on a cactus. But more importantly, here Eris was, trying to do something that was so obviously pointless with someone who literally couldn't care less. He was trying [i]way[/i] too hard, the kid was probably just trying to rile him up.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Wells suddenly asked a question that was actually relevant. Fuck, was he wrong? The mental gymnastics involved in this conversation was starting to stress him out. This is what happens when Eris felt vulnerable, it was the worst feeling in the world, and he thought he couldn't feel any lower after finding out the polls said he was 'just as' hot as Julius Monraine. He was [i]way[/i] hotter and a good fifty years younger! What was wrong with people?! What was wrong with him?! He was never going to do anything that would leave him in such a vulnerable position ever again!

That said, the tiny pause before his response didn't stretch for too long despite practically drowning himself in his own thoughts. He did, however, perk up slightly at the mention of a familiar name. [color=ccff99]"He's a former costar of mine, these days he sticks to action films, though,"[/color] Eris replied with a small shrug. [color=ccff99]"We both grew up under Professor Diana Ilma's tutelage."[/color] Ah, the good old days of learning how to use intimate gossip to frame stupid Umberto Klein of hating Patricia Montgomery despite the two being the best of friends. Good times, good times.

His smile faded after a minute, and he decided to make another attempt at saving himself from getting caked in lake water. Or at least he would have, if it wasn't for the root he nearly tripped over. [color=ccff99]"Whoever thought of making this practical an outdoor activity should get staked,"[/color] He muttered. [color=ccff99]"If they really wanted to test magic, they could've done this at the arena for the same amount of time and I wouldn't need to rummage through last year's athletic wear for these sneakers."[/color]

Alright, more small talk. [color=ccff99]"Speaking of magic, are you planning to go after all the other extra credit?"[/color] It was pretty relevant all things considered, but he kinda wanted to know if Wells was going to do the bare minimum or go all out.

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[sub][right]Offering a flammable olive branch to [@Scribe of Thoth].[/right][/sub]