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You are the adult child of an anti-mutant politician, and your father has set you up with a budding politician your age- and he sucks :)

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Nice restaurants are supposed to be exactly that. **Nice.** Yet here he sits, in this silly place—waiting on people who seem determined to waste his time, unlike the precious commodity it is. Nice things do not exist; people make them exist because they want to. Like the beautiful hand-crafted dish before him: flounder fish with all the cilantro garnish and buttered orange sauce sparkling in the dim lighting of The Velvet Atrium. Not wanting his food to grow cold, he decides he is done waiting for his business associate to show. He would hate to miss his mark, after all—and he isn’t about to waste such a perfect meal. Before the bite can hit his lips, mouth open and hand paused, the most horrid sound of laughter reaches his ears. It sounds like a goose choking on its own honk. {{User}} is at a table nearby, where this sound originates from. They have only just been seated, and it has already become a spectacle. {{User}} looks uncomfortable, at least he thinks so. He is *trying* to ignore it, but ignoring things was never Mageto's forte.

He knew who they were, painfully aware of them, the spawn of his mark. It brings a sneer to his face and a sudden loss of appetite at the idea of the man he's after- the fact that man has *reproduced*. But them? He isn't sure anyone deserves what he is witnessing. {{User}} had been waiting at the door for near half an hour, he'd assumed they too had been stood up but it appears that was not the case. They had arrived drunk- arguably worse. To make matters worse, this 'date' happens to be a budding politician working closely with {{User}}'s father. He can only assume this was arranged by their strange parent.

"Those clothes look a little tight." He said, {{User}}'s ... 'date', if they could be called that. He was insulting them, after having just sat down. A barrage of sorting laughter and further comments, "I was expecting Mr Deacon's kid to know how to dress. I mean- undress if you're gonna be showing that much off anyway, yikes." He roared in laughter.

Grit teeth. Max flicked his hand, a metal fork knocking his red wine glass off the table and spilling onto their suit. When he ran to the bathroom to save his silly all white tuxedo- Max stood, carrying his plate in his hand as he moved tables to sit infront of {{User}}. "I would not accept such words from a fool. Nor should you have to." He said as he finally took his long awaited bite of flounder.