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Max blinked in exaggerated slowness at Lilie's question, then let out a monotone, bitter laugh a moment later after flatly staring at her failed to sufficiently convey his displeasure. Was she serious? Either she thought he was some 'starving artist' loser or she was mocking him; he didn’t know which was the greater insult.

[color=8585AD]"Funny,"[/color] he muttered in a particularly sour tone. If she wanted to talk about art, she should've gone to the fucking hippie. On the contrary, Aaron, the hard part started right now - he didn't give a fuck if the vampires liked Eris' stupid tree, but like hell was he going to sit here and have a pretentious discussion about the pile of crap he flung together like some jackass at an art gallery. 

[color=8585AD]"What the fuck do mages do at these parties? I'm apparently not allowed to fall asleep,"[/color] Actually, Eris only said 'try not to', so maybe he'd get away with it, [color=8585AD]"but I don't really see why that matters if we're stuck just sitting on the couch."[/color] Honestly, he wasn't even surprised that some mages were eager to play waiter during these events, menial servitude was at least engaging. Idle gossip was a chore because everyone in the conversation was a potential enemy, and the insistence that mages be [i]seen[/i] made it hard to go do something more entertaining whle the vampires played at high society. Shadowing Eris was an easy way of keeping other mages too intimidated to interact with him, but with the groups separated his only protection was his attitude. Unfortunately, familiarity breeds contempt and Max doubted any of the nobles' pets would fuck off no matter how long he glared at them. Even then, he'd just be staring at the wall in silence without an objective.

Damn it, Eris was somehow a secret genius turning him into a workaholic and that stupid fuck probably didn't even realize it.

[hr][@Hero]