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The sun is bright. Wow, it was just a privilege to watch vampiric philosophy making strides right here in his bedroom. Strange to see a leech romanticizing it, though, even if that was quintessentially an Eris thing to do. Most of them wrote off the sun as 'evil death ball in the sky' and left it at that. Maybe he decided stars were pretty and his monkey brain processed that into 'big star mean big pretty'. Then again, he could've just as easily gotten the idea from a corny soap opera where Mortal A compares Mortal B's eyes to the sun and assumed every human was swayed by the sentiment.

[color=8585ad]"Yeah, the sun is bright, it's why we don't make a habit of staring directly into it. It's [i]maybe[/i] a minor inconvenience while you're driving in the morning or evening, tops,"[/color] Max explained as he pulled himself out of bed, jostling the dog first when he shifted his legs out and again as he dragged the blanket with him in a lazy attempt to fight off the cold. [color=8585ad]"And, like, sunburns but I'm not exactly a beach person if you couldn't tell."[/color] And if he wasn't before, he definitely wasn't now. Who the hell goes to a beach at night?

[color=8585ad]"As for stupid songs, I especially like the one about how it melts you fuckers but that one's grown a bit [i]passé[/i] in the last couple centuries since the Treaty."[/color] Not that he had one in mind, but he assumed mages during the war had to be chanting [i]something[/i] while they got victoriously drunk over a pile of ashes. Once he had finally risen to his feet and wrapped his comforter around himself in an adequately warm bundle, the mage arched a brow in Eris' direction, [color=8585ad]"Am I really the person you should be asking about [i]music[/i], anyway?"[/color] He had no idea how the vampire considered 'do humans have dumb nursery rhymes about the sun' the important part of that conversation. Was this Ismene's fault? Did she give Eris some feedback on asking mortals questions rather than extrapolating nonsense from out-of-touch vampiric theorists? Either way, wrong person - Max was neither an aesthete, a musician, or a person with a fondness for empty small talk right when he woke up. And he [i]still[/i] didn't know what Eris wanted.

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