Maxwell Erickson
Location:Umbra Rose Condos: Courtyard
Time of Day: Early Morning
Relevant Cast:@BunniesofDoom
Max winced slightly as the massive wolf-creature spoke in a voice not disimilar from Iris', though the muzzle and teeth added a low, bestial tone that always made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. A year ago he would have laughed and called anyone crazy if they'd told him about about the residents he now served, but something deep in the human psyche was still in touch with such ancient monsters, curses, things-that-go-bump-in-the-night. It was a constant reminder that around these beings he was, on the most primal level, nothing but prey and it had been the most difficult feeling to overcome in his first months as the front desk worker. Watching her
frolick like some puppy at the park, Max knew that his terror had long since morphed into a more subtle discomfort as he came to appreciate the residents of Umbra Rose as more than just 'monsters'.
“You should try this Max! It's so cool and refreshing!”
"You... go ahead, Thelia wouldn't approve of me getting my uniform all covered in grass stains." His deep voice chuckled as he sat heavily on a bench beside the concrete path that ringed the large manicured space. Dark brown eyes followed the werewolf's gaze up to the cloud-speckled sky, the tiny trail of a distant jet plane carving a line through the blue.
When had my life come to this...? Max surprised himself by the particular lack of moroseness in that thought as he considered just how not-to-plan his life had gone, though life rarely did respect such narrow human expectations. Still though...
After a moment, the joyfulness fell from her face and she sighed quietly as she peered over at Max. “I didn't mean to hurt Velvet that bad. I got caught up in the moment.” She paused a moment to look back up at the sky again, staring at the clouds before continuing. “Iris is gonna lock us up now, huh?”
He blinked and looked over at the wolf but when he opened his mouth a reply didn't form. Leaning forward, his mind ticked over the events before he let out a long sigh.
"I'm sorry... It was my fault, really." Max said, shaking his head to rid it of the image of Velvet's mangled arm and wolf-Iris' blood-stained teeth.
"Iris mentioned you were a bit low on meet and I completely forgot the full moon was before delivery day. I- I should have put an order in earlier..." Forcing a small, apologetic smile, he couldn't quite meet the werewolf's gaze for long.
"I'm sure... I'm sure she'll understand that things can get a bit... muddled, when we're hungry. Happens to the best of us, really." He did not think it needed to be mentioned that nearly ripping someone's arm off wasn't typically the human response to 'hangry'.
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