Jan 28, 2021
maverick is used to eating dinner out and about with friends, sometimes alone in his apartment with his dog on the couch. it all depended on his mood. but dining with a bunch of strangers, most of which he hasn’t introduced himself to yet, doesn’t seem appealing in the slightest. yet here he is, at dinner, in the banquet hall. he drums his index finger against the bottom of his plate before he moves through the tables. he moves toward someone he hasn’t seen within the mageia house and judging on his build he’s more of the physical type than the magical kind. “do you mind if i eat with you? i’m maverick.” he offers a bright, shining smile, charming as ever, and waits for an answer.
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