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Maxwell could only type out an 'lol' (despite his face staying deadpan) at the friendly back and forth between Blake and Patricia. [i][color=#E3C7FF]Definitely shared history,[/color][/i] He thought mindlessly as he sent the useless message. A smile did tug at his lips that they were somewhat going to go with his plan. 

Max was going to volunteer himself as the eavesdropper. As he gathered his courage he breathed an internal sigh of relief when Patricia stepped up to the plate, though he did shift his gaze away when it met with her death glare. It was his first 'real' mission after all, he hoped he would've gotten over the jitters sooner rather than later but that didn't seem to be the case. He did, however, decide that going over to the boiler room was a prudent idea. Mostly a 'just in case', since Blake and Patricia seemed to have the most important parts of the crudely formed plan.

The boy tried to, as calmly and coolly as he could muster, nonchalantly make his way to the boiler room. Every second glance or gaze thrown on him made him feel even more jittery but luckily, thanks to his face, he never let it boil to the surface. Finally he found himself infront of the boiler room and let himself in. As he stepped into the room he noticed Rumi and Brooke ready to blast whatever was coming through that door, [color=#E3C7FF]"Woah it's me, ehm, Maxwell... don't shoot?"[/color] Max said, holding his hands up, he had read their files pre-mission and thought their powers were cool, but not so cool that he'd want to get hit with them head on, [color=#E3C7FF]"... [i]ahem[/i], comfortable here?"[/color] He continued, an awkward attempt at a greeting, making sure they were alright and diffusing the awkwardness he felt.
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