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Exactly how torturous could the mental program be? Max was convinced that label was slapped on by anxious losers who were scared of introspection. Oh no, he'd have to hear people thinking he was rude, whatever would he do? They might even avoid him out of fear that he'd read all their deepest thoughts - that much peace and quiet would be [i]dreadful[/i]. If not for the affinity loss risk, this was actually starting to sound like a great deal. Facing his inability to outwardly express affection was well worth never having to guess at political doublespeak again. 

[color=8585AD]"Careful, the more you try to talk me out of it, the better it sounds,"[/color] he joked flatly.

He didn't know what to make of Eris' second point. Why would he tell Eris about his magic like that? If the leech needed to know, he'd ask - case in point - and Max didn't even have a concrete answer to give him when he [i]did[/i] ask. He wasn't going to walk up and say, 'uh, just wanted to let you know I'm being a fucking dumbass when it comes to deciding my arcane major, okay bye'. This was the first time he'd even heard Eris was interested in his magic; he still wasn't even convinced the vampire [i]was[/i] interested.

Max leveled a confused grimace at Eris as the vampire looked away. [color=8585AD]"Are you being... [i]bashful[/i] here?"[/color] This was headpatting all over again. Except real. And somehow worse. How bizarre; didn't Eris just get finished laughing like a cartoon villain at the notion of him being 'nice'? The only other option was that the sudden weirdly evasive body language was unrelated to the question and Eris was simply confused as to why his new pet didn't immediately come running to tell him about all the new tricks he learned at doggy school. Either way, it wasn't like it was a secret Max liked to minimize their interaction whenever possible.

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