With that, El-Melloi II became a spectator with one of his own games, watching quietly from Roman's side but mostly keeping to himself. Learning by doing, after all, meant learning without constant commentary from the peanut gallery. Not that El-Melloi II hid his reactions when Roman did something stupid, but those faces mostly came about at the very start of the game, and he ended up only chiming in when asked an opinion on such-and-such level.
It also meant it was on El-Melloi II to do things like order lunch (curry from a rather good takeaway spot just beyond the Clock Tower campus that no mage ever seemed to notice) and otherwise keep an eye on the time. There were papers that got graded, and it was, otherwise, an amazingly quiet day.
Had it not been for the hourly chimes of Clock Tower's bells, Lord El-Melloi II might have lost track of time entirely after lunch. As it were, when the tolls signaled that it was five in the evening, he perked up, extriacting himself from a post-grading haze.
"Roman, did you need to meet Marisbilly anywhere, or was he going to come pick you up?"
Can do~
It also meant it was on El-Melloi II to do things like order lunch (curry from a rather good takeaway spot just beyond the Clock Tower campus that no mage ever seemed to notice) and otherwise keep an eye on the time. There were papers that got graded, and it was, otherwise, an amazingly quiet day.
Had it not been for the hourly chimes of Clock Tower's bells, Lord El-Melloi II might have lost track of time entirely after lunch. As it were, when the tolls signaled that it was five in the evening, he perked up, extriacting himself from a post-grading haze.
"Roman, did you need to meet Marisbilly anywhere, or was he going to come pick you up?"