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Old 07-26-2019, 02:33 AM   #9 (permalink)
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No.

Everything about this was no.

No.

Nope.

If it were not for the fact that he genuinely enjoyed the study of runes, Eiji would not have even left his bed this morning. Despite earlier lessons having their unappealing qualities, he still was not keen on how much time had been spent on these arbitrary personality traits and their pseudo associations with runes, he was compelled towards the subject and its general practicality. But there was nothing, nothing practical about this location. It was torturous and for reasons far deeper than its obnoxious aesthetic.

Barely able to make eye contact with the healer, his dependency on calming draught being something he was rather ashamed of, he entered the establishment with much reluctance.

His chest feeling more and more hollow with each step, the fourth year looked for an already half occupied table to seriously dwindle his chances of things becoming more complicated than they already felt. Which meant he was going to move as far away from Nina's location as he could manage. Even on his good days he could barely handle how she conducted herself in lessons - today he would combust with the slightest pseudo feminine charms.

Which was why he slid into the seat beside Gunnar. It felt the safe option.

......even the cookies were unwanted irritants of astronomical proportions.

"....these better serve some functionality," he grumbled to himself as he pushed them further away from himself.
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