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[Max]

Max watches as the girl shoots her cup as if it was a basketball. She makes it in the bin. Nice shot. He listens to her and sees that she gives him an eyebrow. Wow, is she digging me or is it all a joke.

“Where are my manners. My name is Max. And what would the fair ladies name be?”

He gave her a smile and looked at her for her to answer. He was trying to be romantic. Most of the time it worked but she may be different in what she thinks is romantic. Hopefully he founds out soon.

[Malix]

Malix laughs. She looks over one shoulder and then the other, as if looking to see who he might be calling "fair lady."

"Oh I'm about as fair as a dictatorship!" Malix jokes. "...but thank you." She's not really sure what's going on in the mind behind this Max's unconventional eyes, but trying to read people is not something that comes naturally to her; she lives life from her own perspective for the most part.

"I'm Malix, nice to meet you Max," she says, and accompanies it with the most luminous grin in her arsenal. It's a fairly boring response, but her cheer communicates that she really is having a good time, full of surprises, like meeting this guy, and getting some good photos, though that was mostly forgotten and overshadowed by the singular treat of human interaction.

[Max]

Max wasn’t sure if she understood what kind of fair he was talking about. He was calling her pretty but it seemed that she didn’t know that. Should he tell her that or let it wonder in her head? He was probably going to just tell her. At the same time though he wondered if she was pulling his leg.

Maim when I called you fair I meant it as very good looking. You are a wonderful person by what I have found out, and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

He would then sit there and give her the sweetest smile he could muster. Yay for being a flirt.

[Malix]

Malix blushes.

Was this guy serious?

Either he was joking around, or he was quite the idealist.

"Thanks, really, you seem good too..." she says, and stares into her hands, preparing words.

After a moment she looks up again and continues, "...But Max, about the "wonderful person" bit...you don't really know me at all yet; you can't possibly know what sort of person I am." Really, they'd only been talking for a short while...it would be hard to put forth such hyperbolized praise and still retain a reasonable degree of sincerity.

That aside, she's still flattered, and toys with a napkin idly.

"So let's just be real, all right Max?" she says sweetly, and smiles a sunny smile.

[Max]

“Your right but I did say that you seem nice from meeting you. A good impression is always the best one. So if you like I’ll stop being sweet.”

Max sat back in his chair and got comfy. Of course he really wasn’t going to stop being sweet. It was just him. He naturally become sweet when around girls. With guys it was a completely different story. With the guys he beat the sh** out of them if they ever laid a hand on a girl. It was morally wrong and he would not stand for it. He was going to sit their and pretend not to care, while keep looking at her and smiling. Hopefully she caught onto the joke.

[Malix]

Malix laughs again. She's doing that a lot this conversation...laughing. Not at Max himself directly, just at the funny things the two have been passing back and forth.

Malix sits back and tucks her hands into her hair, behind her head. "Oh, well I doubt you'll be able to do that," she says in response to his comment about pledging to stop being sweet. She was getting a feel for the nature of this individual, and he seemed at least on the surface to be a transparent romantic. It's a hard outlook to dislike.

Malix isn't really sure what to say right now so she lets a moment of silence pass, in which she just enjoys the breezy city air and the sounds of life coming from all directions, and shuts her eyes for a moment to magnify the experience for her other senses. She's clearly not falling asleep, but merely relaxing.

[Max]

“Well I think you are correct maim. For I, Max, cannot stop being polite to a lady.”

Max was thinking about making it dynamic and standing on the table but instead he just leaned forward in his chair to whisper it to her. She was sweet. Just laying there in the afternoon sun. I wondered if she would care for a walk.

“So I was thinking… Would you like to go for a walk? Get out of her and go see the place. I can show you around if you want.