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[theperfectheir]

No Sell || Max & Sabrina

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[♫] — When Max spots Sabrina giving another one of their customers her "special discount", by which he meant a completely free meal, he beckons her away from the restaurant and into the kitchen, an uncharacteristically stern look on his face as he stared at the woman in front of him. 

He often preferred to treat his employees the same as he would friends, so as to keep the atmosphere of the workplace comfortable, and their opinion of him, as their employer, favorable. But friendliness would not help in a situation like this, and so he had to act every bit as the no-nonsense, respectable superior that he was meant to be. 

"Sabrina... do my eyes deceive me, or did I see you giving away yet another free meal...?"

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wrong number. {lynette & sabrina}

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Sabrina looked at her phone only to see an unknown number text her. “W-What? I didn’t say anythi–” Oh fuck, she sent that text to the wrong number. Oh well… Might as well have fun with it, eh?

[TXT] You know what I’m talking about babe, don’t be a tease. ;)

When she gets a return message and reads it, expecting an explanation, her eye narrows in mild irritation at what’s there instead. Honestly... how juvenile.

[ text: ??? ]: Unlike you, I don’t play games. Now state your business, or stop messaging me.

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like minds. { gelwein & sabrina }

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➤--- When he wasn’t working, Gelwein often found himself either wandering the ruins or forest, with no real goal in mind but to spend time away from the insufferably ignorant masses who called this isle home. Sometimes he would encounter intriguing magical phenomena, or old relics from civilizations long past. This time, however, he found neither.

Instead, he happens upon a large clearing in the forest, brows raising in faint alarm when energy suddenly leaves him as soon as he steps into the meadow. His eyes immediately lock on to the young woman standing in the middle, blades of grass dead around her feet as her entire being is engulfed by swathes of pulsing magical power. With each passing second, it seemed to grow more and more intense. And the stronger it became, the more her surroundings seemed to... wither.

There was only one type of magic that could yield this sort of effect. 

“Necromancing?” He calls out to the girl, a friendly smile worn across his features. As Gelwein was well versed in that particular category of magic himself, he had no concerns about it having any lasting negative effects on him, but he still kept his distance from her, so as to keep up his facade of a mere passerby. “There are few people in this world who possess those particular talents, and even fewer who know how to properly control them.”

The smile on his face remains, though there is gleam of something in his eyes. Interest... or amusement, perhaps, if one were to look closely enough. “You seem to be having a bit of trouble with it yourself.”