"Well thanks for all the clothes, Monsieur. I'll tell Max "Hello" for you." Rimion said with a wave, a little swagger in his step as he was heading outside the mall from the food court north entrance. Rimion had actually purchased more clothes, that as Max would know... He would likely be around for three years and he could still not look as if he had a second layer of skin. "So many shirts, so many slacks and pants, and he mentioned a little surprise in this box... Well that's enough for one day. Time to find Max and see if... I can give him his card back."<br/><br/>Sitting on the pavement, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Was it truly a distant memory to him now? The years of sleeping in stables? Being shackled and whipped or worse mercilessly for crimes one did not commit or even know occurred? The years of tolerating someone else's irrelevant rage solely because you live with them? He could not believe it, but in his heart, he knew he was truly free. At that point, his phone rang once more...<br/><br/>"Hey there, handsome." He answered.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well it is about time."</span>Max said, anger beyond obvious in his tone as he continued.<span style="font-style: italic">"As of right now, I want to go home and beat the shit out of someone, but other than that, I don't care. I will be in front of the mall in fifteen minutes, be there."</span>Without a moment to ask what was going on, Rimi slipped his phone back into his pocket, only wondering what could have happened at work with the man. Quite the bombshell for the day that merely just begun. Had this been Arin, Rimion would have laughing and slapping his kneecaps at the same time.<br/><br/>As he noticed Max pull up, he quickly hopped in, throwing his bags in the back of the car. He immediately turned to Max, a smile playing on his face. "Something's eating you. Why don't you tell me about it?" He asked.