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The mention of Vanessa put a twist in Aaron’s stomach, images of a poor, mutilated girl speaking with his Lady’s voice washing over him along with a familiar wave of nausea. Good lord, if he was going to last another minute in her presence again he was going to need to get a handle on that response. Luckily Varis limited face time with her as much as possible—and given tonight’s disturbing realization, Aaron could see why—but it was still a hurdle he’d have to someday jump if he had any hope in hell of surviving as a Sinnenodel. 

But he was getting side-tracked. 

He really only caught the gist of what was said after that, introductions and an apathetic response from ‘Rolf’, though the only partially sarcastic thought did cross his mind that this Rolf character and Max would probably get along swimmingly in total silence if they managed to coordinate their mandatory ‘social time’ accordingly. Otherwise, ‘Ander’ was still chipper, rolling out his elevator pitch like he was simultaneously talking to an old friend and trying to lure a frightened animal into a pen. It was all just so out-of-the-blue Aaron still wasn’t sure what to make of it, pausing a moment to consider Ander and deliberate. 

He checked his watch—needlessly, since by now his curfew timer practically ticked in the back of his head—and finally decided that, with an hour and a half to kill and a presumption that he was expected to ride out every minute of it [i]away[/i] from the dorm, meeting a few new people [i]probably[/i] wouldn’t hurt. 

[color=f0d705]“I have some time, I suppose,”[/color] he answered with a shrug. [color=f0d705]“And I’m Aaron, though...”[/color] he looked between the two with a sheepish laugh, [color=f0d705]“I guess you already knew that.”[/color] 

He put a hand in his pocket, mirroring Ander and doing his best to act casual. [color=f0d705]“Speaking of, though, and forgive my bluntness, but… why?”[/color] he finally had to ask, glancing between the two of them again. [color=f0d705]“If you’re looking for a favour from my master, I’m afraid I can’t help you. Otherwise, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you I’m not the post popular guy, so…”[/color] he trailed off there, choosing to omit the fact that he still wasn’t entirely confident that these two weren’t setting up some cruel joke to send him back to his Count covered in pig’s blood or something. 
[right][sub]Still not really buying it with [@Achronum][/sub][/right]