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ooc: omg it's raining awesomely now. <3 the sky's like dark grey and it's as if someone's emptying a bucket of pebbles onto the roof. 8D hot chocolate time. ohyes.

"Darling, you didn't want a greeting like that. Plus I like you so i figured you would want a nicer one. Plus you didn't ask me to come sit on your lap."

"Right... note to self: ask." he laughed. He looked absent-mindedly around the interior of the cafe- the couple had carried on with their conversation and the old man, with a small grunt and a rustle of the newspaper, lowered his head and carried on reading. Max cupped his hands around his mug of coffee, and allowed his mind to wander around a bit. He wondered what the time was now... if he were to guess he'd have said around 22:30... he was fairly decent at guessing the time, but at the moment he couldn't be sure. The last time he'd checked the time was two days ago at 2PM. Damn, he hadn't been home for two days. He hoped a family of rats or owls or something else hadn't decided to move in in his absence.

"Thanks Max, dear. It was quite fun to mess with him actually. And he will get over it, its most likely not the first time his advances have been rejected. Maybe he is just mad that he was rejected by someone as average looking as me."

There she went again with the 'average' business. Maybe he should've brought a mirror. Or maybe she was blind. Max shook his head slightly with a small sigh and leaned forward a bit, examining her face closely with his head slightly titled to the side. He waved a hand in front of her eyes, then held up four fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, smiling inwardly as he imagined her probably wondering what on earth he was doing.