>>149356595 >"So what, you thought just cause he blew you off you'd have a license to come and harass me?" >her glowing eyes burn a hole through your head >normally she looked so much like Stolas, but right now she lookedmore like her mom >"Well... kinda. I know you've been studying on your own, and there's some formula I haven't worked out so I thought maybe..." >her gaze doesn't waver >in fact her eyes narrow >you continue >"I barely even have access to that grimoire he carries around, so it's not like I can check my notes on my own either." >"Hmph. Hard to double check the reading material when he loans it out for 29 days out of the month isn't it?" >you look at the assorted notes on her desk >hard to see much before she grimaces and shoves them aside, crumpling some in the process >of course studying magic would be even harder if you had to do it on your own with whatever scraps you could find >you frown >"Yeah..." >you heave your three-ring binder onto the desk, making an audible thump as it lands >"Hey, what the hell do you think you're--" >you flip it open to a random page, the image of old papyrus imposed on manufactured printer paper >dozens of lines of blood-red cursive written across it, along with a few diagrams >along with some highlighter ink plastered over keywords and notes in the margins made by a mechanical pencil >"Oh..." >her starry eyes gaze down at it before snapping up to you in bitter bewilderment >"I barely get to hold the damn thing, so when I do I photocopy parts of it." >"You can DO that?" >"Why not?" >"It just... it never really occurred to me." >"So what do you say? Need some tutoring? Cause I sure as hell do." >that glare of hers seems to soften, just a little >you try to sweeten the deal >"I'll order pizza." >"You know we have a chef here, right?" >"True, but I bet he can't make a meat-lover's." >she looks at the three ring binder with a furrowed brow >"... Okay. But I want rat meat on my half." >you wince >fucking owls, man
