luna doesn't know why she bothers sometimes. as his friend, she's worried. it's apparent on her face, it really is. " you can't keep everything buried, max. " she lets out, eyes scanning over the tailor & his suit, arms crossed against her chest with a softened huff. " how about . . you tell me what's got you all bothered now, " she replies, completely unimpressed with him, his cynical attitude, it's a complete turn off. head tilts at the suit, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. " were you aiming for basic? i feel like this doesn't really scream max wolfe. "

eyes rolling at his words, a scoff leaves their lips. completely rethinking their choices. although, it's an experience, to get close to the rebellion, up close & personal. however, they didn't think that someone like him would be so . . . nevermind. " clearly, " sarcasm roots under their breath, brows arched at what the plan really is. " you think i'm not good at using my head? coming from the one with the ego . . & i'm great at lying. for example, i think your eyes look nice. "