#fascistnerd

[fawnled]

@fascistnerd

                 chill, max.  she takes a deep breath, listening to her own advice.  she can do this; she’s been practicing for what seems like ages, even in her free time at home.  slowly she leans toward dwight, expression severe.

               “okay, i can be on heals or dps -- or maybe both with my paladin.  which class are you going in with?”

[fawnled]

@fascistnerd

              “mr. scott said i should come see you,” max begins, finding herself flustered as she realizes she forgot to introduce her self. “i’m -- my name is max.  you’re the... assistant manager...?”

               it’s a guess at best.  she’d been told to find someone that the kind woman at the front assured her was the man with the glasses and the odd haircut, though she hadn’t personally described him that way.  there was something... intimidating? ...about his expression as she’d approached.  max isn’t sure that’s quite the word, but she can’t place her finger on the exact mood he gives off.

                                          something about him immediatelly makes her think of samuel,                                                                            which takes away some of her initial wariness.