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Laughter was decidedly not the response Max had expected. Maybe a chortle, tops. Maybe he was funnier than he thought. Or Eris genuinely thought the idea of him directing was as horrendously awful as the clone had portrayed it to be.

[color=8585AD]"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. He pet my fucking head, Eris, it was creepy."[/color] 

Max almost walked off as Eris devolved into muttering foreign gibberish at the television, only to be addressed again before he could even turn away. Aaron heard quite enough for Max's taste in that damn test, but it didn't sound like it was anything immediately damning. He was more concerned about the damn mind mages blabbing about it to Ryner than anything some whipped dog could do with that knowledge. Since when did Eris care about his magic, though? Did he finally decide on how he wanted to employ Max for real? No connection he could think of between metal and movies sounded very engaging, but neither did assistant secretary. Maybe the leech was just wondering how far along Max was when it came to staking him.

[color=8585AD]"If you wanted to hear about my magic, you should've asked sooner. I would've ripped all the wires out of the walls and strangled you with them by now,"[/color] Max responded apathetically. Yet another reason transmutation was more of a pain in the ass than it was worth; when was he ever outside enough to not be near [i]anything[/i] metallic? [color=8585ad]"My affinity's going fine, unless you had something specifically in mind you wanted me to do. I have no idea what I'm doing for my major in the meantime. Half of them sound like too much work for no payoff."[/color]
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