Due to Marisbilly spoiling him and his appetite, Roman developed a sweet tooth. Of course he knew what was healthy or not, however, his body could take that intake. It was a newborn's body adjusting to the new mortality in a sense. And Roman himself remained oblivious to the older man's judgmental gesture, he savored his sweetened tea and struggle with the temptation of pour one last spoonful in the dark drink.
It was probably a slip of the tongue, a memory of what Marisbilly had requested him the day of his summoning that seemed like a natural petition to Roman. He didn't notice any tension, even if he was trying to be observant, human emotions were hard to distinguish. Marie had complained he seemed like a natural airhead who was incapable to read the air and warned him about causing trouble to her father.
"Oh, I don't want that at all," Roman laughed heartily. "The politics lessons, I mean, that'll be just a thorny bitter chat, I can tell," he clarified quickly. He really had no interest to join the Clock Tower, so he wasn't looking forward to getting a lecture about politics. "I don't mind if you grade the papers as long as I can help you." His eyes seemed to gleam instead for something as trivial as that. "How do you evaluate your students? Do you have a general standard they have to meet or is case by case on their individual development?" This man was a teacher too, so Marisbilly had told him. So he had future magi generations under his charge. Maybe he was too aggressive in his curiosity, he bowed his head apologetically. "Wah, was I too rude? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was told sometimes I run my mouth..."
He was quiet before, but now he seemed to be eager to talk and ask more questions. He was curious and had sometimes the emotional restraint of a child.
Roman assented after Waver warned him, but the implication didn't register fully at least not emotionally. Certainly, rationally he could understand that Marisbilly would prefer privacy and that courts politics, or how they are called now, required a delicate hand.
Even so--
"I don't mind if I'm 'beaten to the punch'," he answered without missing a beat, "If I aim to assist someone to protect civilization and there is another person, or several of them, who do a better job and is capable to help protect people's future, I'll gladly welcome this." There-was-no-need-to-measure-against-each-other. That was he meant.
Wasn't this man a teacher? A teacher's job is to make a student eventually independent enough to not require their lessons, right? So in that line of thinking, he probably would understand what he meant better than Marisbilly would.
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It was probably a slip of the tongue, a memory of what Marisbilly had requested him the day of his summoning that seemed like a natural petition to Roman. He didn't notice any tension, even if he was trying to be observant, human emotions were hard to distinguish. Marie had complained he seemed like a natural airhead who was incapable to read the air and warned him about causing trouble to her father.
"Oh, I don't want that at all," Roman laughed heartily. "The politics lessons, I mean, that'll be just a thorny bitter chat, I can tell," he clarified quickly. He really had no interest to join the Clock Tower, so he wasn't looking forward to getting a lecture about politics. "I don't mind if you grade the papers as long as I can help you." His eyes seemed to gleam instead for something as trivial as that. "How do you evaluate your students? Do you have a general standard they have to meet or is case by case on their individual development?" This man was a teacher too, so Marisbilly had told him. So he had future magi generations under his charge. Maybe he was too aggressive in his curiosity, he bowed his head apologetically. "Wah, was I too rude? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was told sometimes I run my mouth..."
He was quiet before, but now he seemed to be eager to talk and ask more questions. He was curious and had sometimes the emotional restraint of a child.
Roman assented after Waver warned him, but the implication didn't register fully at least not emotionally. Certainly, rationally he could understand that Marisbilly would prefer privacy and that courts politics, or how they are called now, required a delicate hand.
Even so--
"I don't mind if I'm 'beaten to the punch'," he answered without missing a beat, "If I aim to assist someone to protect civilization and there is another person, or several of them, who do a better job and is capable to help protect people's future, I'll gladly welcome this." There-was-no-need-to-measure-against-each-other. That was he meant.
Wasn't this man a teacher? A teacher's job is to make a student eventually independent enough to not require their lessons, right? So in that line of thinking, he probably would understand what he meant better than Marisbilly would.