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Max needed to know who to talk to about getting towel racks that were both easily removable from the wall and sharpened to a fine point at the end for staking vampires. Surely some avant-garde designer leech was trying to make home defense in the bathroom trendy.

The classroom was decidedly not what Max had been expecting. Creepy esoteric looking shit as the centerpiece of the room was practically a staple around here, even if all the aligned metal pieces were probably part of another elaborate building block puzzle. The pyramid might do something funky, though, so the brunet made a note to keep his eye on it if its purpose in the inevitable upcoming exercise never got adequately explained. More pressingly, there was nowhere to sit. It looked like some war table everyone in a movie would stand around while General Metalhands over there explained how he was going to save the day with some risky maneuver that he played out using the metal blocks while the rest of the cast argued. Okay, maybe exposure to Eris was getting him a bit too into the entertainment media mindset. Point was, this looked like a room set up for a very specific demonstration, not a place he'd be taking lectures, even if there was a sizeable practical component to the class.

The other student seemed to have the right idea, leaning on the table nonchalan- Greta's smouldering ashes, what the fuck was that guy wearing? The outfit was so garish it actually took Max a moment to even notice the [i]collar[/i]. His vampire must be a piece of work, or this clown was a complete pervert, or both. If that thing was his fucking focus too, Max might actually end up getting kicked out for laughing. He was barely managing to bite his tongue as it was, if only because he was pretty sure Professor Artismo or whatever his name was could fold him like a pretzel right now and he didn't want to be on the bad side of people who could do that. Still, if Rainbow Retriever had an ugly voice or something on top of that, Max was gonna have to take his chances with the punishment.

No, he couldn't wait until later. Maxwell Alderman may, at times, be polite, but he was never [i]nice.[/i] Max lifted his phone with the bare minimum level of discretion and angled his camera at the walking fashion crime, making sure to feature the collar prominently in the shot. He couldn't just [i]not[/i] laugh at this guy, even if it had to wait until later. But then there was the question of who to send this gem of a picture to. Salem was probably the easiest to talk shit with, even if that weirdo might actually consider the color scheme viable. Still, the guy was literally wearing a [i]collar[/i]. The joke wrote itself.

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> Look Aaron joined the circus[/color] 

Who else? Lilie wasn't exactly mean, but everyone intuitively had to know this was funny. If she didn't get the joke, she was blind. He should probably exclude the Aaron angle though, since they're in [i]like-like[/i] now or whatever.

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> Bruh[/color] 

Oh, and Max couldn't forget the man himself. Aaron would probably send back a dry response but collar aside, he'd be agreeing. Maybe with a new leech he'd learn to stand up for himself - Max was practically doing him a favor here by giving the blond a snapshot of his life ten years down the road.

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> Thought you dyed your hair for a sec smh[/color] 

Ah, hell, might as well send it to Eris too. Y'know, as an afterthought. They weren't friends or anything. Plus, if the initial shock didn't outright kill the leech, his commentary would probably be better than anything Max could come up with himself. 

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> If you get a call about me bullying another student later I'm just letting you know rn it was because of this
> Ik you understand[/color] 

Max tucked his phone away politely after he'd finished his bout of acting like a high school girl and turned his attention toward the professor. [color=8585ad]"They couldn't arrange for, like, plastic chairs or something?"[/color] He questioned absentmindedly. It wasn't exactly a leap to assume the reasoning why everything had been removed from the classroom was because they all had metallic components and nobody wanted a student to accidentally send a chair flying during a lesson or something. Not that Max was complaining about less objects to manage his magic pouring into, but they could at least give him something to sit on, especially if Artiae intended on giving them a decent workout.

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