Her question had Max huffing out a little laugh, remembering why he was even wandering down Braxton. He lifted a hand to rub at his neck–away from the near vibrating glass and the magic–tilting his head as he considered the honestly failed attempt at shopping for some nice clothing because he was dumb enough to take advice from an immortal vampire. A little embarrassing, and now he was window shopping down fucking Braxton.
“I was just window shopping, thought maybe I could find something Em might like,” he said, dropping his hand and shrugging his shoulders. He angled a grin at Seras, even if she couldn't see it. “Got any tips?”
“I was just window shopping, thought maybe I could find something Em might like,” he said, dropping his hand and shrugging his shoulders. He angled a grin at Seras, even if she couldn't see it. “Got any tips?”