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Well, killing Aaron would be a quick way to make the party more lively. [i]That[/i] would certainly help take the edge off. Instead, Max decided to send an unamused glare at the stupid hunk of metal dangling from the light mage's earlobe as he fantasized about ripping it out and reinserting it into increasingly unpleasant orifices. It was cathartic.

[color=8585AD]"Don't think I won't start throwing cutlery around just because we're in your house, jackass,"[/color] Max grumbled, though the Retriever seemed like he'd decided prodding Max was less interesting than the tail in the room he could chase. Normally Max wouldn't care, but he was [i]definitely[/i] letting Varis know if they happened to slip off at some point during the night. As a substitute show for those soaps Eris had gotten him hooked on, of course.

Flower Boy was hardly any better. If one more person asked him about his major he'd probably snap, though this would hopefully end anymore questions about that since everyone he regularly interacted with was in the room. Weird choice too, given his affinity; organic transmutation sounded like an absolute pain in the ass that far outweighed the novelty of turning Aaron's eyeballs into molten lead or something. 

[color=8585AD]"Whichever one lets me blast everyone that pesters me about my major into a fine red mist,"[/color] The mage huffed as he returned his attention to his phone. It was a half answer that leaned toward Evocation, which was fine given that's where Max's thought process was still sitting at this point. Though, it was probably a good thing he knew a transmuter, he could pick up the basics from Salem and rely on published literature for the rest of... whatever he decided was useful from that school. [color=8585AD]"You'll have to let me know how the curriculum is, though; Transmutation was one of the options I was considering."[/color] 

Now he really did need to find a movie. Everyone's gossip was as uninspired as he expected - even if they did know something juicy, any mage worth a damn wouldn't play that card so quickly, even if they were pretending to be in a simple meeting among friends. Unless cousins hating each other was big news to inbred prize mage circles, but then again Max was pretty sure nobody here would even know that besides Aaron and maybe Matilda or whatever her name was. He swore he heard them talking about tutors or something earlier.

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