*snicker*
"Do I have a sign on my back that says 'Pick on me!'?" Max whispered under his breath, "Jeez, just because I have a previous claimant on my hide," he stopped speaking when the door to the room opened, "Hey! What if I hadn't been done changing?!?"
"I was kind of hoping for that," Misha closed the door behind her quickly, "but what were you talking about previous claimants for?"
"Eh, well, I'm already spoken for, as far as that goes," Max crossed his arms across himself, "I have been for a long time."
"I heard you and your friend talking about being forced backward in time," Misha smiled, "So you really don't have to worry anymore, about that."
"Maybe not chronologically," Max snapped, "But I feel obligated, still, to hold to the promise I made."
"Does she mean anything to you?" Misha leaned forward, "Do you really care that much? If so, the monsters are likely to use that against you, by imitating her form."
"I know that she couldn't be alive here," Max shook his head sadly, then looked Misha in the eyes, "And they can't use my memories of her against me, because I last saw her ten years before, and have no clue what she'd look like now."
"Are you that old?!" Misha seemed shocked, "I thought you were no more than a teenager."
"I am only a teenger," Max turned slightly pink, "but I've been promised, betrothed, engaged, married, whatever you want to call it, since before I was born."
"Then it means absolutely nothing," Misha spat, "I can't believe your parents would do something like that!"
"It was either that or remain slaves-," Max's eyes widened, "N- never mind. I, uh, I'm leaving now. I, you, uh,-"
"You were a slave!?!," Misha yelped, "Ohmigosh! I've got to tell-"
"No! You can't tell anyone!" Max cut in, "You aren't even supposed to know. It's not something I tell a lot of people about, so you can't tell. Period."
"I don't see how you can stop me," Misha grabbed the door and jerked it open, "It's important to the prophecy. My father, and the oracles have to know that you were a-"
"Good grief!" Kane yanked her through the door, "What are you doing?! Leave him alone!"
"Oh, no," Max allowed himself to slump back onto the bed, "In one day, I let slip two of the biggest secrets in my entire life. Why me?!"
Don't get me wrong, I like Max, but he's so much fun to pick on.
"Do I have a sign on my back that says 'Pick on me!'?" Max whispered under his breath, "Jeez, just because I have a previous claimant on my hide," he stopped speaking when the door to the room opened, "Hey! What if I hadn't been done changing?!?"
"I was kind of hoping for that," Misha closed the door behind her quickly, "but what were you talking about previous claimants for?"
"Eh, well, I'm already spoken for, as far as that goes," Max crossed his arms across himself, "I have been for a long time."
"I heard you and your friend talking about being forced backward in time," Misha smiled, "So you really don't have to worry anymore, about that."
"Maybe not chronologically," Max snapped, "But I feel obligated, still, to hold to the promise I made."
"Does she mean anything to you?" Misha leaned forward, "Do you really care that much? If so, the monsters are likely to use that against you, by imitating her form."
"I know that she couldn't be alive here," Max shook his head sadly, then looked Misha in the eyes, "And they can't use my memories of her against me, because I last saw her ten years before, and have no clue what she'd look like now."
"Are you that old?!" Misha seemed shocked, "I thought you were no more than a teenager."
"I am only a teenger," Max turned slightly pink, "but I've been promised, betrothed, engaged, married, whatever you want to call it, since before I was born."
"Then it means absolutely nothing," Misha spat, "I can't believe your parents would do something like that!"
"It was either that or remain slaves-," Max's eyes widened, "N- never mind. I, uh, I'm leaving now. I, you, uh,-"
"You were a slave!?!," Misha yelped, "Ohmigosh! I've got to tell-"
"No! You can't tell anyone!" Max cut in, "You aren't even supposed to know. It's not something I tell a lot of people about, so you can't tell. Period."
"I don't see how you can stop me," Misha grabbed the door and jerked it open, "It's important to the prophecy. My father, and the oracles have to know that you were a-"
"Good grief!" Kane yanked her through the door, "What are you doing?! Leave him alone!"
"Oh, no," Max allowed himself to slump back onto the bed, "In one day, I let slip two of the biggest secrets in my entire life. Why me?!"
Don't get me wrong, I like Max, but he's so much fun to pick on.
