The Brash Devil glanced at The Soft-Hearted Maven sitting at his side. Usually she was fairly composed and calm, but for some reason she was a bundle of nerves as they waited. He glanced at the clock.
"So," he started, "We get to leave if this windbag doesn't show up right?"
He smiled as he saw her visibly relax, snorting as Maven swatted at and chided him. But both were silenced by the sounds of arguing outside.
They listened to the exchange, glancing between each other. The Brash Devil tilted his head, grimacing at the voice. Was he seriously gonna have to THIS every week?
Door slam. Heel click. A person.
Yeah, pretty much as pompous looking as he expected. Though, the ears were a bit unexpected. Not that it was THAT unusual to see humans with some... extra-human features down here in the Neath. He watched the Academic's reaction to the bouquet. He hadn't given a second thought to it, but now that he thought about it Maven did tell him about how flowers and fungi could be used to communicate stuff. Whatever that said must have sucked, judging by the look on the Academic's face.
When the Academic picked up a piece of paper and wrote something, The Brash Devil saw right away what they were doing and broke out into a grin. It was a trick he'd done himself many times in a fight, but he had never seen someone else do it.
When the fungal bouquet went up in flames he let out a laugh. And again when the Academic wrote "PHALLUS-MEASURING-CONTEST" Okay, maybe this won't be so boring after all.
His levity was dampened by that look the Academic had when they finally turned to face them. He'd seen that look, that pompous, arrogant, superior, looking-down-your-nose-at-the-peons-because-your-so-much-better look and it instantly started riling him up. Were he not so amused just now he might've made something of it, but he could see Maven focusing so he let it go. For now.
He raised an eyebrow as the Academic waved. The fuck was that for? He then noticed Maven and some others begin to take notes. He wanted to snort again at that but considering Maven was graciously writing notes for the both due to his still of them he kept him opinions to himself. Part of him wanted to say these precautions were overkill, but the image of Maven's bleeding eyes came back. Sometimes it was easy to forget how fragile humans are, especially when they kept coming back from the dead down here.
At the warm up assignment he froze and without even raising his hand said, "Wait, English???"
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Re: Lecture
Date: 2025-06-11 04:02 am (UTC)"So," he started, "We get to leave if this windbag doesn't show up right?"
He smiled as he saw her visibly relax, snorting as Maven swatted at and chided him. But both were silenced by the sounds of arguing outside.
They listened to the exchange, glancing between each other. The Brash Devil tilted his head, grimacing at the voice. Was he seriously gonna have to THIS every week?
Door slam. Heel click. A person.
Yeah, pretty much as pompous looking as he expected. Though, the ears were a bit unexpected. Not that it was THAT unusual to see humans with some... extra-human features down here in the Neath. He watched the Academic's reaction to the bouquet. He hadn't given a second thought to it, but now that he thought about it Maven did tell him about how flowers and fungi could be used to communicate stuff. Whatever that said must have sucked, judging by the look on the Academic's face.
When the Academic picked up a piece of paper and wrote something, The Brash Devil saw right away what they were doing and broke out into a grin. It was a trick he'd done himself many times in a fight, but he had never seen someone else do it.
When the fungal bouquet went up in flames he let out a laugh. And again when the Academic wrote "PHALLUS-MEASURING-CONTEST" Okay, maybe this won't be so boring after all.
His levity was dampened by that look the Academic had when they finally turned to face them. He'd seen that look, that pompous, arrogant, superior, looking-down-your-nose-at-the-peons-because-your-so-much-better look and it instantly started riling him up. Were he not so amused just now he might've made something of it, but he could see Maven focusing so he let it go. For now.
He raised an eyebrow as the Academic waved. The fuck was that for? He then noticed Maven and some others begin to take notes. He wanted to snort again at that but considering Maven was graciously writing notes for the both due to his still of them he kept him opinions to himself. Part of him wanted to say these precautions were overkill, but the image of Maven's bleeding eyes came back. Sometimes it was easy to forget how fragile humans are, especially when they kept coming back from the dead down here.
At the warm up assignment he froze and without even raising his hand said, "Wait, English???"