[max] it's SHOWTIME!

[kael matthew bane]

THIS IS MY MUSIC

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it makes me proud, these are my people[/font][/color]
and this is my crowd
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“I SAID NO!”

[/b] Kael screamed half way across the loft while Magnus was insisting that the two of them catch a movie while Alec was out demon hunting. Not, that they wouldn’t go see a movie even with Alec home, but Kael wasn’t quite in the mood for a movie. He didn’t feel like watching a screen tonight, having done that nearly all day. He’d spent a majority of his day watching “America’s Next Top Model” with—well, you can guess who. Kael didn’t even see why Magnus was obsessed with the show; first of all, he was gay for Alec, so was there a purpose in watching half naked girls? Second, he disagreed with the outfits they chose anyway, so it wasn’t like he was picking up fashion tips. And finally, third of all, why did he have to drag Kael down with him? The boy would much rather watch something along the lines of “Desperate House Wives,” where the entertainment was actually entertaining. By the time Kael had surgically removed himself from the sofa, Magnus was watching the semi finals.

He’d retreated to his room for the remainder of the day, until—catching up to present time—Magnus barged into his room and asked him if he wanted to go out for a bit. Kael was thankful for the offer, really he was; it made him feel like Magnus was actually concerned for his teen being cooped up for so long; but he had to turn him down, not much in the mood. Those who know Magnus Bane know he doesn’t take “no” for an answer and so the only way Kael could ignore him was to go into the kitchen and fix himself up a snack, leaving Magnus in his room, aka half way across the loft.

He drew out a yogurt, strawberry in flavor, and sat down at the wooden table. Chairman Meow graced the two warlocks—Magnus had caught with him eventually—with his presence and Magnus took the liberty of pouring him a small bowl of milk. Idly, the youngest rummaged through the mail that no one bothered to check. Something, miraculously, did spark his interest. It was a brochure for Broadway that Magnus received every month because he was the reason they stayed in business. Kael flipped through it and by the time he pointed out what show he wanted to see, Magnus was back inside watching what sounded like the auditions to “American Idol.” He downed his yogurt and practically ran into his room.

After quickly fixing himself up an outfit; an outfit that wasn’t too classy and not too formal, but it was Kael-worthy—Kael scrolled through the contacts on his cell phone to see which unfortunate soul was going to be his target of boredom tonight. The Lightwoods were all probably tired of him and Kael felt mutual. He decided to scroll through his other cousins, the Midwinters. He immediately bypassed Theo’s contact, wondering why he even had it, and settled on…Max. “Perfect~”[/i] he thought, though it sounded like a purr even in his own mind. He sent the boy a threatening text—the kind of text all his darling cousins received—and headed out the door, pausing to yell a “I’M GOING OUT!” to Magnus who was still watching TV. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

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He hailed a cab and after a torturous twenty minute ride—it was only tortuous because the man didn’t have a fabulous taste in music—he arrived in front of Broadway with an eager smile on his face. He walked up to the booth, persuaded the teller for free bought tickets, and waited on the curb for his cousin. Did he receive looks while he waiting? Of course he did because he was Kael Matthew Bane and he made an impression on all who gazed upon him. He especially liked the look these gothic kids were giving him, like they were ready to do something kinky to him. Smirking to himself, he thought he caught a glimpse of a darkly figure and when he realized, with some relief, that it was Max, he waved him over. He held up the tickets and waved them back and forth tauntingly. “Ready for the show? I got us good seats so we can see all the action because I know you don’t want to miss a minute of it,”

[/b] he joked, partly sarcastically. He then hid the tickets from sight and grinned toothily. “Go ahead, ask me what we’re seeing because whether you like it or not, we’re seeing it.”[/b]

Yes, it needed to be clarified that Kael was in charge here and not an annoyed Max.
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Word Count: seven eight seven
Tags: Maximillion
Notes: Max is going to love to hear what Kael has in store for him xD
Lyrics: Crazy, Crazy Nights by Kiss
Outfit: as formal as broadway

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[max ethan midwinter]

Pull me out the water, cold and blue

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I open my eyes and I see that it's you, [/size] [/color] [/u]
So I dive straight back in the ocean [/size][/center][/color]

Max was bored. There was no other way he could say it, but bored. Lily was having too much fun in her recently-regained kitchen to pay much attention to anyone , Tori had said she couldn’t do anything that day, and Ash was off being her magnificent self. Declan and Theo rarely had any desire to spend time with their younger brother, so Max didn’t bother even trying them.

His boredom was so extreme that Max had taken to lying across his bed so that his head, shoulder, and legs all fell off the bed. While having all the blood rush to you head wasn't particularity amusing, it was still SOMETHING to do, and that was better than sitting quietly and wallowing in your boredom. Well, maybe he was wallowing a bit.

So, when Max heard his phone vibrate, he leapt up to grab it. Totally forgetting, of course, that the phone was across the room and he would be dizzy when he stood up. Regardless, when Max could finally see straight again, he stumbled for his phone, lying pathetically in the pocket of a rumpled pair of jeans he had left on the floor.

It was pathetic, Max thought, that a single text could get him so excited. But it was something to DO! Even if the texter wouldn't be his first choice of companion, Max was up for it.

1 unread text.

Kael –
“You have no excuses. Get your ass over here, or pay the consequences.”

It took a moment for Max to realize that there was more to the text, and address entered a few lines down from the threat. Oh shit. Max thought, blanching as he read the address again. Broadway.

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And that was how a disgruntled Max ended up stalking through the streets of New York, trying to get to the dreaded rendezvous point without having to waste money on a cab. This was one of the few times the gangly boy could have looked imposing, had he tried. Dressed almost entirely in black, with an extremely sullen expression, Max looked like he was ready to hurt something.

This may have had something to do with the fact that on his way out of the house, Isabelle Midwinter had stopped him and demanded to know where he was off to. So Max had told her, mumbling and scuffing his feet. Of course, Isabelle still understood her youngest son's quiet mumbles. She had burst out laughing and told Max to have a good time at the show, obviously not worried that Max and Kael could get up to anything concerning.

It wasn't funny, Max thought, that Kael was insisting upon dragging him out. His choice of activity was questionable, and Max was irked by his mother's reaction. Thank goodness I didn't tell anyone else. They wouldn't have been so good about it. Theo already thinks I'm gay, so I guess it's a good thing it was Mum who stopped me.

Ah, finally. Max had emerged from an alley to find himself surrounded by bright lights. The Big Apple certainly was fluorescent. He glanced around, finally spotting the correct building. He made his way over, sullen face in place.

There was Kelly, standing off to the side. And there was a troupe of goth kids walking past him, all with the same hungry, turned on expression. Max shook his head, rushing forwards to reach his cousin. "Hey Kael,"

[/color] Max mumbled, trying to block his cousin from the view of the creepy, leering goth kids. Seriously, was the warlock a creep-magnet? Maybe it had something to do with all the leather...

"Fine. Oh do tell, dear cousin, what are we seeing?" [/b] Max certainly was a fan of sarcasm.

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tagged : darling kelly
words : six two one
lyrics : “swimming” by florence and the machine
outfit : At Kelly’s Beck and Call
notes : the formatting just wouldn't work. so here -gives wooden spoon-
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[kael matthew bane]

THIS IS MY MUSIC

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it makes me proud, these are my people[/font][/color]
and this is my crowd
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In a whirl, Kael found himself in the lovely company of his sullen, darkened cousin—for all intents and purposes—Max. He looked as down in the dumps as usual, not sure of why he’d even agreed to come. Oh, that’s right, thought Kael with a small smirk in his inner mind; he’d threatened him to come. He’d have to work on that. It seemed that he threatened all his darling little cousins…except Theo, again, fearing the man more than a demon itself. But hey, threatening them made them come and thus Kael was never bored and that was the most important thing, right? Of course it was. Who was he kidding?

Max stood in front of him, probably meaning to block his view of the gothic kids that’d just walked by. Aw, little innocent Max thinks he doesn’t want to catch their gazes? Kael did, it was amusing to him to see the teens so interested in him when they had absolutely no idea what or who he was. Had no idea that he was of the supernatural world, capable of ruining their pretty little lives with a single gaze. They most likely wanted to jump his bones and Kael probably would have let them at one point, if not for his current love interest. “Hey, Kael,” Max mumbled under his breath and Kael turned his attention from the strangely attractive teens to him. He’d have to ask them where they got their eyeliner…Kael smirked. “Hey, indeed.”

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Then he went on to say that Max would love the show of choice, which, of course, he wouldn’t. But that was all the fun in inviting someone who did not appreciate Broadway. Make. Them. Suffer. Cue Kael’s maniacal laughter here. When Max urged him to tell him what they were seeing, Kael’s grin—if at all possible—grew, reaching nearly ear to ear. He held the tickets in front of Max again, waved them back and forth a couple of times tauntingly before willingly handing them over for him to read the title and description. As Max’s face fell, Kael’s brightened with both amusement and anticipation. “You’re reading right, darling. We’re seeing-one of my personal favorites- Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and we’re going to have a grand old time.”[/b]

A moment after Kael had finished speaking—and not a moment too soon because Kael was not one to be interrupted—the man behind the ticket booth grabbed the microphone and announced that Priscilla seating was open for the hour. Invasively, Kael grabbed for Max’s wrist, but wound up tugging on his sleeve instead, which, of course, made the warlock stop his galloping. His face portrayed a shocked scowl. “What are you wearing?!”[/b] he asked as if the boy was wearing nothing but his boxers, assuming he wore boxers…Kael certainly hoped so. He tugged on the jacket harder, indicating what he was speaking of. His jacket and jeans weren’t even the same black! And were those…? “Are those brown boots!? You couldn’t even—don’t you have anything—?!” [/b] If he weren’t in public about to see one of his favorite Broadway plays, Kael probably would have fainted. Okay, he wasn’t that big of a drama queen king, but he certainly felt like it. Instead, he asked, baffled, “And where’s the glitter?! That shirt needs glitter—no, all of you needs glitter!”[/b]

Torn between going in to see his Broadway play and playing dress up with his sullen cousin, Kael stomped his foot in the ground stubbornly and then rose an accusing finger at said cousin. His tone was dangerous and threatening, the kind no one questioned. “I don’t care what time this play ends. When it’s over, we’re going shopping. No. Questions. Asked.”[/b] Done with his little fashion freak out, he smiled and said all giddily, “Let’s go grab our seats!”[/b] and continued pulling Max along like he was attached to some invisible, unbreakable wire.

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Word Count: six six two
Tags: Maximillion
Notes: -takes wooden spoon and hands it to Kael-
You know, in case Max refuses to go shopping ;]
Lyrics: Crazy, Crazy Nights by Kiss
Outfit: as formal as broadway

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[max ethan midwinter]

Pull me out the water, cold and blue

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I open my eyes and I see that it's you, [/size] [/color] [/u]
So I dive straight back in the ocean [/size][/center][/color]

Kael was still looking at the gothic kids when Max approached him, and he looked too happy as the object of their gazes. The fact that Kael Bane was immortal didn't matter - these kids were all about his age, and his cousin was a legal adult. "Quit acting like such a pedo-bear, Kael! They're all my age. That's just sick."

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Not that Kael would care, of course not. He was Kael Freaking Bane, the master of 'do whatever the hell you want'. So what if someone ended up with a broken heart, so long as he had a good time? So what if a random mundie learned about the Shadow World, so long as he threw a great party? Part of him did feel a little bit bad for being so disdaining of his cousin. It's not that Max didn''t love Kael, hating the older warlock was Theo's job, after all , it's just that Max wasn't sure how to act around him.

And now Kael was waving a pair of tickets in front of his face, taunting him. As if Max cared what they were doing. He was out of the Institute, and that was all her really cared about. But then Kael handed them over, and Max felt his face fall. Kael, on the other hand, was positively beaming. "One of your favourites? Why, of course it is. Just my luck." [/b] Max muttered, really not caring if Kael heard him or not.

"Uh... clothes? I mean... I tried to look nice for the occasion..." [/b] "What's wrong with my boots? I love these boots!" [/b] Max said indignantly, looking down to inspect the offending footwear. He didn't see what Kael was making such a fuss about, though he'd heard tales of his cousin's fashion taste from Ash and Tori before now. And then Kael started ranting about Max's lack of glitter, and he had to suppress a mostly un-manly giggle. "No part of me needs glitter, Kelly darling!" [/b] Max said, adding a mockingly sassy tone to his voice. Then, reverting back to his regular quiet mumble, Max said, "Please don't whip out a glitter gun and attack me. I'm wearing jewellery, see?" [/b] he pulled out his necklace, displaying it for his cousin to see. Hopefully that would be enough to satisfy Kael until the dreaded show was over.

"Kael, calm down. My attire is not something that needs to be fretted over this much. We can go see your silly play, but you don't want to embarrass yourself, do you? This is your scene, after all. Someone might recognize you." [/b] Soft-spoken and mumbling he may be, but Max still felt the need to tease his cousin a little bit as Kael dragged him forcefully into the theater.

Well, it seemed today was 'the day Maxwell Midwinter's dignity died'. First, it seemed that he would indeed have to watch the play, whatever it was. Priscilla, Queen of Desserts? Did she own a cake shop? Not that it was important, though. And now Kael seemed to be insistent upon taking Max shopping. Fine. Lilly and Ash always liked to play Dress-Up Max/Carter, so he was used to it. Why not go to a party afterwards? Hadn't someone told him about one happening tonight... There was no point fighting it. Kael could be stubborn as a mule, so why not embrace this turn of events?

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tagged : darling kelly
words : five six three
lyrics : “swimming” by florence and the machine
outfit : At Kelly’s Beck and Call
notes : no kelly no! he'll go willingly! [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[kael matthew bane]

THIS IS MY MUSIC

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it makes me proud, these are my people[/font][/color]
and this is my crowd
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Looking back from the Goths to Max was a sight in itself to see. The boy looked slightly uncomfortable. Ah yes, this was one of his first times out with Kael alone; he wasn’t used to Kael admiring other people like Ashlyn or Tori were, however young they were. Kael found that there was beauty in every individual—some peoples’, depending on what made them beautiful, was just more desirable than others. These kids: well, their willingness to explore the unknown made them nearly irresistible, especially to a warlock who loved to throw magical parties and enchant mundanes. But alas, Max was looking at him like he had three heads, like he was wanted for the raping of children. He’d even called him a “pedo bear.” Well that wasn’t very nice. Nevertheless, Kael smirked. “What? Foursomes aren’t your thing, Maxi?”

[/b] he asked the boy and bumped his hip playfully against his.

He knew Max would be okay with whatever it was he decided to put him through, even if it was one rung short of Hell. Max was a lot like Tori; both had nothing to do all day, with their siblings out and about and their parents busy. That’s why they always made perfect little targets for when Kael’s boredom struck. The only reason he hadn’t called Tori was because he felt bad for waking her up very early the day before to grab some coffee with him. Admittedly, he didn’t feel terrible, but she was such a sweet girl that he couldn’t bring himself to dial her number. He didn’t like the idea of Tori being annoyed or upset with him. Max, on the other hand, was too indifferent to deem him as annoyance.

“One of your favorites? Why, of course it is. Just my luck,” he grumbled to himself, but Kael heard it. He’d been trained to hear it, with all of Magnus’ magical training and such. That, and Kael was a warlock who only hear what he wanted to hear and to hear Max exclaim how lucky he was—Kael chose to ignore that it was sarcasm—was a good day for Kael Bane. “You should be honored. I don’t invite just anyone to Priscilla. I even chose you over Dad!”[/b] he said, referring to Magnus, hoping Max would have the common sense to not assume it was Alec. Man, Kael thought for the first time in years, having two fathers could be confusing at times…

“Uh…clothes?” To this, Kael’s eyebrow rose skeptically. Well, he was certainly hoping he’d dress himself this evening, but by Kael’s standards, his outfit was far from being considered clothes. They looked more like bath towels…except his shirt-jacket. He was actually growing attached to that and was thinking of buying himself one when he—NO, there was an issue at hand! Focus, Kael, focus! Then he calmed down a bit when Max said he’d tried to dress for the occasion. Aw, at least he tried. Kael doubted the boy had been to Broadway enough to know its dress code, so maybe he should be cutting him some slack, but…the boots. God no. “They’re brown,”[/b] he said as if that explained everything, but when he realized who he was talking to, he added, “and your pants are black…those colors clash and it’s not a pretty sight.”[/b]

Then Max went on to say that he didn’t need glitter. Who died and made him head of the fashion police? And—did he just call him Kelly? If there was one thing in this big, glorious world that Kael hated, it was being called Kelly. Only Magnus got away with it, because, well, there wasn’t much Kael could do about it. In response to this sudden anger—though one could argue he was more annoyed—he whipped out a glitter gun and cocked it. “Don’t call me ‘Kelly’,”[/b] he sneered, though his expression and actions were probably still laughable. Damn good looks and nice eyes…

He was told to calm down and this made him want to chuckle. He was actually intimidating him? Max only needed to be concerned when his eyes turned split like a reptile’s because that meant the magic was coming. “Fashion makes the individual, Maxwell. Don’t you want to catch someone’s attention? And don’t worry about me. I can deal with whatever life throws at me, rest assured.”[/b] he asked, honestly curious.

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Word Count: seven three nine
Tags: Maximillion
Notes: xD
Lyrics: Crazy, Crazy Nights by Kiss
Outfit: as formal as broadway

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[max ethan midwinter]

Pull me out the water, cold and blue

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I open my eyes and I see that it's you, [/size] [/color] [/u]
So I dive straight back in the ocean [/size][/center][/color]

What. Foursomes aren’t your thing?” Max shook his head fervently. He was lucky if he could talk to ONE girl, let alone three. Forgive him for being a stick in the mud, but any more than one intimate partner at a time just seemed wrong to him. “No Kael, foursomes aren’t my thing. Especially not when the other people involved are about nine years younger than myself. Think about it this way- when you were my age, they would have been seven years old. That’s gross, dude.

[/b] Max hadn’t wanted to call Kael dude- it just wasn’t the kind of word he normally used. He would have called him Kelly again, but seeing as Kael seemed to hate the name, he didn’t have many other choices. And then Kael bumped his hip playfully against Max’s and Max looked at his cousin in confusion. Sure, he’d seen Ash and Lilly do it – it seemed to be their secret handshake or something—but never had anyone thought to do the same with him. It was weird.

But then again, so was his family. Eccentric, complicated, with multiple species rolled into one neat, “happy” family. That was the Lightwood/Midwinter/Bane clan. Well, the Lightwood/Midwinter/Bane/Lewis/Garroway clan, if you included all of their adopted or somehow-related-by-not-technically-blood-relatives. Max was fine being used as Kael’s plaything, but a small part of him wondered why a different relative wasn’t Kael’s first choice. Max hadn’t thought the older warlock even liked him much, beyond the of-course-I-like-you-because-you’re-family-and-I-have-to kind of way. Of course, it was probably for the same reason Ma hadn’t been doing anything earlier. Everyone else was busy, or else sick of him. Maybe he and Kael were in the same boat, sort of.


When Kael said that he should be honoured to have been invited to see the show, Max barely held back a snort. This wasn’t exactly what Max would have considered an activity worthy of feeling honoured, but Kael seemed to, se he went with it. Then he remembered that Kael had said he’d been chosen over his dad, and Max felt his eyebrows pull together in confusuion. He was about to say, “But isn’t Uncle Alec in Idris…” when he remembered that Kael must have meant Magnus. It certainly was confusing when people weren’t specific. But surely Kael expected Max to know which dad he was talking about, and so, not wanting to look stupid, Max went with it. Again.

And now they were back to the clothes argument. Max had tried to dress nicely for the occasion, really. Even so, Kael seemed horrified with his attire. If Max wasn’t indifferent about what he wore, it might have stung a little bit. “Your boots are brown, and your pants are black. Those colors clash.” Well, Max though as he looked down at his feet, it wasn’t the BEST combination. But these were his favourite boots, and he hadn’t realized the colors were offensive together. Oops. ” Well, sorry Kael. I didn’t realize I was so horrible at dressing myself.”[/b] Snarky? Just a little bit. Muttering under his breath? A whole damn lot.

And then Kael looked angry. Another oops. Max didn’t realize calling his cousin “Kelly” was a bad thing. It would be a good way to irritate him, though. If he got THEO to call the warlock Kelly… No. Max wouldn’t’ be mean for the sake of it. No matter how fun it may be. And somehow, somehow Kael actually had a glitter gun on hand. That, or he summoned it, though it was probably the former. Max wouldn’t put it past his cousin to actually carry on e around, just in case something or someone needed sparkle-ifying. “Sorry again, Kael. No more Kelly, noted. And you know, I don’t know what’s more intimidating – the fact that you have a glitter gun for situations like this, or the speed at which you can get it in your hand and use it to threaten people.”[/b]

”I don’t see how fashion can make the individual when you’re wanting to dress me up and send me out looking like a little Kael-clone. Then it wouldn’t be individual, no would it? And at this moment, no. I’m not interested in anyone right now, but thanks for asking. Therefore, if the only people I’m trying to dress nicely for are my family, and obligated to like me anyways, what’s the point? It gives you, Lils, and my mum something to complain about, which I know you all love. So I don’t see what the problem is. And my plants CERTAINLY don’t care, seeing as they’re plants.” Babbling? Yes indeed. It was almost a relief when the usher escorted them to their seats, as Kael had to stop being so dramatic, to some degree. Smiling politely at the couple sitting in the seats next to his and Kael’s, Max squeezed past their legs and took the seat farther away from them, leaving the other open for his cousin to sit.

“So… why do you like this play so much, anyways?”[/b]

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tagged : darling kelly
words : eight three nine
lyrics : “swimming” by florence and the machine
outfit : At Kelly’s Beck and Call
notes : Kael <3
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[kael matthew bane]

THIS IS MY MUSIC

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it makes me proud, these are my people[/font][/color]
and this is my crowd
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His grin only grew when dear little Maxi started shaking his head like it’d been wound and released. He was so cute, so innocent. He laughed even, not able to hold it in any longer. However, this laughter came to a halting stop when Max explained that his habits were “gross.” And he’d used the word “dude.” Did he even know what a dude was? It was one thing that Kael was not. Where as Kael’s remark had been one of jest, Max’s was not and it made Kael quiet. He brought a glittery hand up to his view and examined his nails, which he’d painted a shiny black for this evening and on each nail was a different colored, more sparkly star. “In case you’ve forgotten, Maximillion, age isn’t an issue for me. If I did things your way, I would live out the rest of my longsome life in solitude, so what else would you have me do?”

[/b] He supposed Max wasn’t used to hanging around the immortal—well technically warlocks weren’t immortal, they just lived for a long, long time—around beings and things that would live to see him die, that would one day lose track of how old they were. Age was really only a number to someone like Kael; it was what was felt on the inside that mattered, that made the relationship.

He apparently wasn’t used to Kael’s playfulness, either. It was only after he bumped hips with Max did he realize where he’d picked it up from. God, he had to stop hanging around the girls. It was making him mimic them, which was a no-no in Kael Bane’s dictionary. People admired and copied him; it was never the other way around. And when they did copy him, they paid a mot gruesome price because Kael was an individualist. He’d worked hard to establish who he was and he was intending to keep his individuality.

Max didn’t say anything to his remark about being an honored guest of his. He just looked at him and stared quizzically. He couldn’t have honestly thought he meant to imply Alec, did he? Alec would only sit through a Broadway play if Kael begged him to and Kael wasn’t a beggar. He wasn’t a copier or a beggar. There were a lot of things that Kael was not, in actuality. He felt entitled to tell Max that Priscilla was one of his absolute favorite performances, but figured that he was a smart enough boy to figure that out. He ought to know Kael was proud enough to visit only the things he deemed worthy of visiting; he didn’t waste his time with anything undesirable.

He also ought to know that yes, he was indeed horrible at dressing himself. If he meant for Kael not to hear it, then he didn’t to do a lot more than mutter. Kael was used to Alec’s muttering, which was the epitome of under one’s breath. He decided to not say anything more derogatory towards the boy. He was a lot like Tori, sensitive to his self conscious, prone to be embarrassed or uncomfortable easily. So he played along, as if he hadn’t heard a thing, though a small toothy grin did make its way onto his sought-after lips.

His frown and frustration from being called “Kelly” disappeared nearly instantly as Max began to apologize. Then he posed the question of what should be more intimidating: the fact that he could conjure a glitter gun or that he used it to threaten people. Once Kael was sure Max would abide by his unspoken rules, he ridded of the glitter gun, it disappearing in a puff of blue, rose, and gold smoke in thin air. Kael brushed his fingertips against one another, clearing his hand of any invisible dirt that had come from obtaining the glitter gun. Then he brushed off his shoulder, because he felt the need to, and it made him look more taunting, which is how he felt. The smirk never fading from his lips, he said, “Now you see things my way, Maxilla. And by the by, that wasn’t my fastest conjure.’”[/b] to his latter statement, he winked.

Oh how Max needed him so! So WHAT if he didn’t have someone in mind? Eventually someone will come to mind and when she did, he needed to be ready for it! Girls were big believers of “good first impressions” after all. He’d know first hand, having several girlfriends in the past. Granted, they didn’t last long—at all—but he’d wowed them based on his appearance and the way he carried himself and that was precisely the point he was trying to make. Stupid Maxi. “I wouldn’t do that!”[/b] he said, mock horrified. “I would give you pointers, sure, but I wouldn’t make you a clone of me. I’d have competition if I did that.”[/b] He then registered that Max said he loved to complain. “I do not and—could that man’s music be any louder?!”[/b] he exclaimed as a man with headphones passed by. He looked back at Max, a triumphed look on the boy’s face. “Regrettable timing,”[/b] said Kael in an attempt to defend himself, “and if your social life revolves around a couple of plants, Maxi, I almost pity the plants and you should really let me find you a pretty girlfriend.”[/b]

They got to their seats and Kael was forced to sit next to the couple beside them. Must be Max’s way of punishing for the plant remark…He looked over at them, seeing that they were questioning the boy’s sanity and he smiled innocently. Then, he realized Max asked him a question. “What’s not to love about this play? It has good moves, good music, a decent plot, and most of all, flashy clothing! I’m a sucker for flashy clothing.”[/b]
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Word Count: nine eight three
Tags: Maximillion
Notes: OH BOY. Kael as a matchmaker...? xD
Lyrics: Crazy, Crazy Nights by Kiss
Outfit: as formal as broadway

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