The Brash Devil returned the eye roll, although it went mostly unseen behind his smoked lenses. He followed the Soft-Hearted Maven to the middle seats she indicated, glancing around the room as he sat down.
This was ridiculous. Why was he even here? In a class to teach something he was already fluent in? More fluent than the friggin' professor. There were a million better things he could be doing with his time; heists he could be planning or casing, fights at the rings he could be winning, monsters he could be hunting down for the reward and the thrill of it, urchins he could be causing mischief with. Hell, at this rate he'd rather be in Maven's death trap of a zubmarine than here.
At that thought he glanced at her as she dug through her bag. His insides twinged. He remembered the nights she spent pouring over symbols until he had to make her stop because her eyes would bleed or the tips of her hair would catch on fire. Him trying to make her understand something but there being some... disconnect, something he couldn't explain. How her face had fallen one time when he couldn't explain something she asked.
He didn't have a word for this feeling. He settled on annoyed. He felt very annoyed. He wanted to see what this human professor could do that he couldn't, IF they could even do it.
Re: Before Class
This was ridiculous. Why was he even here? In a class to teach something he was already fluent in? More fluent than the friggin' professor. There were a million better things he could be doing with his time; heists he could be planning or casing, fights at the rings he could be winning, monsters he could be hunting down for the reward and the thrill of it, urchins he could be causing mischief with. Hell, at this rate he'd rather be in Maven's death trap of a zubmarine than here.
At that thought he glanced at her as she dug through her bag. His insides twinged. He remembered the nights she spent pouring over symbols until he had to make her stop because her eyes would bleed or the tips of her hair would catch on fire. Him trying to make her understand something but there being some... disconnect, something he couldn't explain. How her face had fallen one time when he couldn't explain something she asked.
He didn't have a word for this feeling. He settled on annoyed. He felt very annoyed. He wanted to see what this human professor could do that he couldn't, IF they could even do it.