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A cocked brow. “Really? Well it’s definitely not mine. And K’ doesn’t have the hips for these.” He gave the hem of the lacy underwear a gentle tug. Much too wide for the resident fire hazard’s scrawny body. Not that lace seemed to be something he would even wear in the first place... And he wasn’t hooking up with anyone at the moment, to the cyborg’s knowledge. Or if he was, he wasn’t bringing them - and their underwear - back here.

Maxima hummed in pretend thoughtfulness, looking into the bear’s shiny black eyes. A teasing glint entered his own as he glanced back down to Reyna. “If it’s not yours, then I guess I’ll have to hang onto it until the actual owner shows up, won’t I?”

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*replaces his hair gel with crazy glue*

When a panicked Maxima had approached K’ for help, hands half-glued to his head and not willing to move them in case he ripped out his precious hair in the process, the kid had merely stared. Then turned on his heel and left, proclaiming it wasn’t his problem, like the heartless leathery little shitbag he is. Now he was no longer sorry for having replaced his cigarettes with candy ones. And spitefully hoped he suffered many more awful pranks from the rest of the Favour’s crew.  And so the poor cyborg, embarrassed by his predicament, sits in his room with his hands stuck to his head and contemplates life.

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“I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my life...” It was a staple of KoF tournaments, after all. And even before then, during his time working in NESTS, he’d encountered all sorts of oddities. “But humans with monkey tails is a first.” And that wasn’t even taking into account the strange energy his sensors were picking up...

Despite his wariness over that particular detail, he offered the Saiyan a good-natured grin. “Mind if I ask for the story behind that?”

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Getting ahold of the Don of Southtown was an impressive feat in and of itself. But having the privilege of chatting to the man himself over coffee was unheard of; rarer than hen’s teeth, even. Between protecting the town and what seemed to be a lengthy search for something or someone, the poor fellow likely didn’t get much time to relax and indulge in these sorts of trivialities. Maxima reached for one of the powdered doughnuts in the middle of the table, bike jacket whispering with the motion. He’d left the heavy ordinance body behind, both as a sign of peace and to remain inconspicuous. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t still armed and dangerous, however. One could never be too careful, after all.

It was after dunking the end of the doughnut into his coffee and taking a bite that he finally decided to speak. “My partner didn’t stir up too big a fuss during his stay here, I hope?”

He felt somewhat sorry for having to taint pleasure with business, but that was why he’d come here in the first place. He’d seen the news - the breakout of another fire in a town barely recovered from a previous onslaught of it - and K’ had come limping back to the apartment some time back sporting a myriad of cuts, bruises, and what looked like electricity burns. So now he was here to try and do damage control in the wake of the kid’s mess. They had enough people after their heads without adding Alba Meira, Son of Fate, and Devil of Daybreak, to that list.

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“Challenging a complete stranger you just met to a fight is a little odd, don’t you think?”

One look at his heavily built 6’9 physique seemed to attract these fired up wrestler types to him like ants to sugar. Though this was the first time it had happened to him in a non-tournament setting. And this was supposed to be a relaxing outing, too... One where he could have a small break away from the super powered teens he looked after and their shenanigans. Maxima sighed, running a hand through his hair. Judging by the man’s expression and the tautness of his body - an obvious tell that he was itching to throw fists - he’d probably get dragged into a fight even if he turned down the offer. A weary sigh left his throat. Better to comply and get it over with, he supposed.

“Well, since you’re doing this during my off time, can I at least finish my whiskey first?” He gave the amber-filled glass a small shake, making the ice cubes rattle against each other.

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With twin massive crates on his shoulders, Maxima followed along behind Pendles, traversing the treacherous path into one of his hideouts. He was careful to place his feet in the exact same spots the roa did. And paid careful heed to any and all verbal instructions that were uttered, to the letter. His scanners could pick up a fair few of the traps, but not all, and he’d rather not have an acid bath or lose his handsome head to them.

Having that part of the journey eventually end with their entrance into the main room was a small relief. Though he still gave the digs a short, wary appraisal. He could pinpoint a few more traps here and there. Evidently, Pendles was a very cautious snake. And clever, much of what he was picking up very well-hidden, and in likely spots for thieves to try sticking their hands. 

“Impressive set-up,” he commented, very much genuine in the compliment. Metal-capped fingers drummed one of the boxes lightly. Whatever was in them both was heavy; enough so to warrant the cyborg’s help with transporting them. His assumption was that this was something murder and/or torture related. “So, where did you want these?”

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Maxima didn’t look up from chopping up vegetables for tonight’s dinner, an action almost as soothing and instinctively ingrained as touching up his sideburns. They’d be having stew tonight, among other things.

“You know. I had my doubts about you, initially...” Well, he still did, but he kept them private. Even if the strange readings his scanners kept picking up from her put him on edge. “But it’s been good to have you around, Naomi. If only because it’s made K’ become less withdrawn.” In all the years Maxima had known him, he didnt think he’d ever seen the kid smile so much and so freely.

“Well,” he added as an afterthought. “Having an extra set of hands to help me with the chores is good, too.” He did look up this time, grinning and gesturing with the knife at the dishes she was washing. They went through so many in this little apartment; ravenous appetites abound here.