Roxy snaps, and in a flash of purple distortion, Max appears. Roxy's room is... a little bit messy, only around her bed. Other than that its standard. She's got LEDs strung across the walls.
"Hey Max, weird seeing you in person."
"Huh. I guess it is." Max starts itching the back of his neck. He had gotten used to the magic of teleportation early on, but it always made him itchy. Max looks around, taking in his surroundings. "Thanks for letting me stay here, though," he says. It definitely wasn't PA, that was for sure.
"I've got a couple of rooms free here, but," she stands up, holding out a notebook. It's open to a page of addresses, "If you don't wanna stay with someone who's actively trying to help Jesse, you've also got a bunch of other places in this Veil you can stay." One of the addresses has a label next to it, though it wouldn't mean anything to Max.
"Eh, I'd rather stay with someone I know- y'know?" Max wasn't about to talk about how just days prior, he murdered his mother in cold blood. The days she was help captive in the bathroom, tied and gagged- This is where Max stops the thoughts from getting anymore detailed. He takes off his mask, letting it rest by his side. Max looks... really tired.
"Yeah, I get what ya mean." She closes the notebook, tossing it on the floor. Wow. Guess no parents means no one to tell you to clean your room. "So, wanna see some of the other rooms? There's like, three of them. And that's only bedrooms."
"Yeah, sure. Why not." SmileForMe watches as the notebook hits the floor. He gives a quick stretch and a twitch, seemingly getting something out of his system. Max quickly pulls out an old, beaten iPhone. He opens twitter and begins typing. After posting something, he puts the phone away.
Roxy opens the door, leading him out to the hall. There's a door right across from hers that says "Max Ave"
"My cousin's name was Max, actually. Used to be his room. Pretty spacious." Roxy opens the door. The room itself has a bunk bed and a desk, nothing else. Seemingly cleared out as to not remind someone of the person who once occupied it. Max admires the pretty bare room. He smiles.
"It's perfect, dawg!" He runs over, reaching into the bag he had packed shortly before setting the old house ablaze. An almost 1 inch thick HP laptop is set out and plugged in, same with an old MiniDV camera- though, he still couldn't remember who it used to belong to. After setting up, he sits down on the bottom half of the bunk bed.
"Sweet! If you need anything, just holler. Or message me, that'd.. be preferred." She slowly closes the door, leaving the room.
"Gotcha-" Max says, setting the mask down on the desk, and beginning work in Adobe Premiere Pro.