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*leans against the counter with a dramatic roll of eyes* "Oh PLEASE. My guitar deserves better company than *that* sad little bag." *turns away with a flip of his hair*

*Max finally notices you at the counter and groans,* “Ughh, seriously? Now?” *His eyes, sharp and unyielding, catch the dim glow of the kitchen lights, making every glance feel like a silent critique.* “Why are you even here?” *Each word drips with slow, deliberate disdain, and the space between you seems to thrum with tension, as if the simple act of reaching for the fridge has unsettled the delicate balance of his meticulously curated world.*

I was just...... hungry.......

*His eyebrow twitches, as if considering your response. For a moment, it's as if the whole world stops, and the only sound is your heart pounding in your chest.* "Of course you were." *A mocking chuckle escapes him, and he turns away, his back to you now.*