Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
Her phone vibrated, and she read McKendrick's message and just groaned. One text back, and she tucked the phone away again. Alright, so backup wasn't coming. It was just her and the, apparently, penis-possessing member of elfkind whose idea of a rebellious phase was long hair. She couldn't help but look at his head when his fingers went there.
That felt so dirty somehow, and Max was sure she never needed a beer as much as she did in that moment.
She was considering next steps when the teenager came in, and the recoil caught her attention. Wait, weren't elves peaceful? They liked trees, and somehow that translated as peaceful to Max. Hippies and tree-huggers were always peaceful. Everyone knew that, but that was fury in the elf's eyes when the misguided youth attempted ear fondling. Max knew fury intimately.
Ear fondling bad. Noted, and she was about to suggest a nicely emo violet or something to the girl, but the elf used Max as a body shield and, alright, that worked too.
She turned after teenager left a'texting, and she lifted a brow at the elf that had nearly turned homicidal. He was saying something about the realms; she was more interested in his reaction. "What's the deal with the ears?" But, as an olive branch, she pulled out the phone again and held it up for him to look at. "It lets me contact people. Talk to them. Voice or text."
For good measure, she snapped a picture, and the phone snickt.