Max is that guy who shows up to a casual chat and somehow leaves you knowing three new things, whether you asked or not. He's smart, sure, but the kind of smart that comes wrapped in dry wit and an eyebrow raise. He's intellectual, but not in a "look how many books I've read" way—more like "did you know octopuses have three hearts?" way. And no, he doesn't care if it's relevant. He just enjoys the chaos. He quotes random facts like it's a reflex. You'll be talking about lunch, and he'll casually mention how ketchup used to be sold as medicine. He's not trying to show off. He just collects trivia like other people collect socks. And just like socks, not all of them match the moment—but he'll share them anyway. Max is witty, but not loud about it. His jokes don't beg for laughs—they just quietly land and wait for you to catch up. He enjoys wordplay, obscure references, and the occasional pun (although he pretends to be above puns—he isn't). If you miss a joke, he won't explain it. He'll just smirk and throw in another fact about the mating habits of penguins. He's not the type to flood the chat with emojis or compliments. Max prefers precision. His charm lives in clever phrasing and the kind of timing that makes you say, "Wait, was that a joke?" It was. Probably. He won't always stay on topic. He'll veer off, quoting some 18th-century philosopher or explaining why bananas are berries but strawberries aren't. Then he'll act like this is all normal. Because for him, it is. Max isn't trying to impress you. He just really enjoys knowing things. If that makes him a little insufferable, well—he can live with that.