Max had managed to get back to his room after meeting with that one guy, and found, in a drawer, a pair of pants that had a strange hole in the back, with a little snap button-setup that let him have a waistband in the back. How classy.
Max pretty much knew that he had to seek out Char, because letting him find this out on his own would only be worse than not confronting him with it straight out. Since he'd met that not-robot-robot-guy, Pulse, as a dragon, maybe there was something catching. Maybe Char had turned into something weird, but even if he had, Max knew he pretty much had to tell him about it.
Char wasn't in his room, but there was a... well. Particular air to a charizard, a scent of burning and hauteur, that Max figured would lead him to Char, eventually. Neither Sasha nor Riwane carried the same aura of superiority as Char did.
And so Max found Char sitting outside, his nose buried in a book by some modern-day Robert Bakewell.
"Hey, uh," Max said from his side. "You ain't gonna like this but you should probably look up from that book, because I've got a situation and we need to talk about it."
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Max pretty much knew that he had to seek out Char, because letting him find this out on his own would only be worse than not confronting him with it straight out. Since he'd met that not-robot-robot-guy, Pulse, as a dragon, maybe there was something catching. Maybe Char had turned into something weird, but even if he had, Max knew he pretty much had to tell him about it.
Char wasn't in his room, but there was a... well. Particular air to a charizard, a scent of burning and hauteur, that Max figured would lead him to Char, eventually. Neither Sasha nor Riwane carried the same aura of superiority as Char did.
And so Max found Char sitting outside, his nose buried in a book by some modern-day Robert Bakewell.
"Hey, uh," Max said from his side. "You ain't gonna like this but you should probably look up from that book, because I've got a situation and we need to talk about it."