"You're welcome," was the response, plain and automatic. It was a nice thing to hear though, as manners were often not the forte of magi. However, as El-Melloi II observed Roman going for the sugar bowl, he had to stop.The doctor was using how much sugar in his tea?
El-Melloi II counted each spoonfull, and three felt like a painfully high number. Usually only hummingbirds required that much sweetness in their drink, and while El-Melloi II's eyebrows rose up to communicate his judgemental thought process, the rest of him remained calm.
When he realized how high his eyebrows were going, he elected to sip at the tea, bringing everything back to normal. It was a fairly bitter brew, something-something-that-suits-you Reines would remark. Thank God Reines wasn't here now, she'd find the whole scene unfolding in her adopted brother's office to be a great show.
The little gremlin wasn't present though, and El-Melloi II's student senses weren't tingling either. It was strange, especially since it meant Flat wasn't up to some nonsense either. Flat was always up to nonsense.
I want to know you better felt so weird and formal and like a contract. El-Melloi II didn't like the phrasing, but Roman's recovery was smooth. Worse, to be sure, as going through his planned day with a shadow was not on the books, but it was honest. El-Melloi II could appreciate honest, especially when one was suddenly running with magi after...well. Not.
"All I was going to do today was grade papers," El-Melloi II said, gesturing at the large stack of midterms that sat on his desk. "If you want me to actually sit and give you an introduction to politics, then you need to settle in for a long discussion."
He paused, then added: "I will suggest you consider this for the future though: No one actually reveals their true goals to another mage, unless they want to get beaten to the punch. Even if it's high minded and comes off as noble."
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El-Melloi II counted each spoonfull, and three felt like a painfully high number. Usually only hummingbirds required that much sweetness in their drink, and while El-Melloi II's eyebrows rose up to communicate his judgemental thought process, the rest of him remained calm.
When he realized how high his eyebrows were going, he elected to sip at the tea, bringing everything back to normal. It was a fairly bitter brew, something-something-that-suits-you Reines would remark. Thank God Reines wasn't here now, she'd find the whole scene unfolding in her adopted brother's office to be a great show.
The little gremlin wasn't present though, and El-Melloi II's student senses weren't tingling either. It was strange, especially since it meant Flat wasn't up to some nonsense either. Flat was always up to nonsense.
I want to know you better felt so weird and formal and like a contract. El-Melloi II didn't like the phrasing, but Roman's recovery was smooth. Worse, to be sure, as going through his planned day with a shadow was not on the books, but it was honest. El-Melloi II could appreciate honest, especially when one was suddenly running with magi after...well. Not.
"All I was going to do today was grade papers," El-Melloi II said, gesturing at the large stack of midterms that sat on his desk. "If you want me to actually sit and give you an introduction to politics, then you need to settle in for a long discussion."
He paused, then added: "I will suggest you consider this for the future though: No one actually reveals their true goals to another mage, unless they want to get beaten to the punch. Even if it's high minded and comes off as noble."