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[color=f0d705][i]> Ha, ha. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you I don’t really have that luxury.
> But, fine. Good luck with all that. Let me know if there's anything I can do.[/i][/color]

What the hell was Aaron doing that was taking him so long to respond? Hopefully Cinnamon sent him on a chore while he and Eris were embarrassing themselves and this twat wasn't just pretending to be busy so he didn't look needy. Everytime Max thought he was finally done with him, he'd respond again. At least that one had some finality to it. And what the fuck did he mean, he didn't have that luxury? Was he on 'babysit Eris' duty or something? There's no way the count would trust someone he evidently thought was totally incompetent with that. Unless he really did consider Eris such a minor player in this game that he wasn't even worth keeping tabs on.

He was tempted to respond, despite his better judgement, when the door opened. That was suspiciously quick. Even if Eris was a total quickdraw, there's no way he'd have returned by now. More importantly, that didn't seem like enough time to probe Varis into saying something he shouldn't've, so the entire endeavor would've been a pointless risk. The vampire didn't say anything either, which wasn't much of a surprise if he was concerned Max was going to explode again; but he still had a sinking feeling Eris fucked up while he was over there.

He poked his head out of his room briefly, only to see the vampire had retreated to his own room. Still not suspect in itself, but given the circumstances, it wasn't assuaging Max's misgivings. Was he in there crying or something? The mage was tempted to ask Aaron for details, but it was probably better to get them from Eris. Aaron might not've even been there, and as much as Max would prefer a dynamic of Team Mages versus Team Vampires, Team Sinnenodel was probably his more pressing opponent.

He hated politics. 

Eris reemerged soon enough, which was a good sign. Sort of. Hearing him slump down in front of the TV like a bored father going through a midlife crisis was a bit concerning, but it wasn't like Max could say his own daily routine was particularly riveting either. Max could probably be rid of him for the rest of the night if he kept up the silent act, but the longer he waited to address this, the less likely he was to get anything out of Eris. 

[color=8585AD]"Alright, spill. The Retriever said you were being a sentimental pussy and now you're back way too soon. D'you fuck up or something?"[/color] Max questioned as he paced out of his room and leaned on the doorframe. Hell, did Eris even go over there or did he change his mind and leave at the last minute? Probably his best move, given the circumstances. Though he was more confident that he was going to get a response about how they were both on Cinnamon's hit list now or something.

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