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Even though he had taken a shower, Eris felt like he needed a bath. Actually, a nice scrub would probably do wonders. He had the rest of the night to kill, he may as well give himself an impromptu spa day. The kid would probably stay sulking in his room, so he could take up the living room and watch a movie or something. It had been a while since he had a quiet evening all to himself, and while he was sure he'd probably end up at least scrolling through his emails, for now he could just put a pause on everything.

Admittedly Varis didn't respond at all the way Eris had hoped, but at the very least he was sure Princess Ryner would have her hands full with him late into tonight and probably the rest of the week, getting the blame off him and onto her. Max was appropriately annoyed and was insulted, which aside from giving Eris a bit of glee did leave him with a crossroads on how to move forward with him. He supposed continuing to play pitiful vampire would probably annoy him more, but at one point or another he did need to decide on whether he'd get him under his thumb or just cut him loose. All in all, the night was sort of a success. 

Well, that's what he told himself, even if it was a complete lie.

But dealing with losses was just about second nature to him at this point. As stupid as 'optimism' was, he had to focus on the positives with the way he played his games--high risk, high reward. Granted, he hadn't been planning on spilling his heart out to an unfeeling rock, but that was what he got for having feelings and letting his emotions get the better of him. It was a good reminder, really. Keeping the relationship professional was just easier. And as for the kid...eh, he'll figure something out, maybe he'll flip a coin or whatever.

Entering the dorm, Eris stretched his hands above his head, dropping his arms as he walked past Max's room without a second glance. He'd probably poke his head out at some point, though he wasn't sure he could get him to come out and talk. Oh well. Eris walked into his room, closing the door behind him as he walked over to his closet, pulling out a small chessboard with some magnetic pieces he had gotten as a gift some time ago. He placed it down, opening it up and placing the pieces in a variety of ways. Once done, he looked at the case Varis had given him, looking at the key.

[color=ccff99]"And what do you have for me?"[/color] He asked it, giving it a look before opening the case up. A stack of papers inside, legal ones by the look of it. Giving it a quick skim, Eris' jaw dropped as he slowed down the reading. Ugh, no wonder those Ghanie assholes rose up so quickly, [i]Varis[/i] was the one funding them. He clucked his tongue, unsure if he was flattered or insulted. Probably both, honestly. 

That said, it did swing Varis back into Eris' favor just a touch, and he picked up a white king piece and stared at it. [color=ccff99]"Are you trying to buy me or are you showing me what you're capable of?"[/color] He asked it, narrowing his eyes. [color=ccff99]"If you don't behave, I'm going to get upset with you,"[/color] He warned the king. What he needed to do was get ahead of the redhead. Obviously the Sinnenodel would rather have him groveling, so he'd probably need to see if he could get him a little something to get back in his good graces. But even that would just leave them even. He needed to get a leg up on him somehow, he just needed to figure out how exactly.

Closing the case back up, he stored it safely before looking at the king piece again. He rolled his eyes, casually dropping it back onto the board. He picked up the white queen piece close to it, glaring at it. [color=ccff99]"And tomorrow I'll get to dance with royalty. Hmph. That'll be fun."[/color]

Leaving everything as it was, Eris ditched the idea of a spa day and exited his room, feeling too lazy to do anything and throwing himself onto the couch. Once he turned it on and landed on the news, he left it there and pulled out his phone. Ismene was texting him [i]again[/i]. It's like she knew he was in a bad mood. It'd be admirable if it wasn't suspect. After sending her a short response, he leaned back fully into the couch, at least making a token effort to relax before he pulled up his emails.

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