The Tailor did not do anything so disgraceful as shake their head like a dog to shed the water, although the temptation struck them to give everyone in the Splash Zone a taste of what would undoubtedly come. They chose instead to mop their face and neck, and squeeze the water from their collar, shooting the Pupil ahead of them a comparatively dry look.
"Well deserved," they muttered, eyeing the Scientist as he returned quickly to his own notes. "Although you seem to already be fairly advanced from the lot of us, skipping to already playing with the symbols instead of the basic task of lines. One wonders if you could focus on if your own tasks were properly understood."
They turned back to the sheet in front of them, and then glanced forward towards the Pupil's desk. A quick count.
"And is the professor's friend also an overachiever? I can't imagine you'd need to be. Unless you'd like someone to check your work?" It was said so innocently. "Perhaps I could learn from your own methods."
Their hair was dripping, and after all that work styling the curls into place too. They wrung out the bangs trying to escape into their face and decidedly didn't huff about it.
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"Well deserved," they muttered, eyeing the Scientist as he returned quickly to his own notes. "Although you seem to already be fairly advanced from the lot of us, skipping to already playing with the symbols instead of the basic task of lines. One wonders if you could focus on if your own tasks were properly understood."
They turned back to the sheet in front of them, and then glanced forward towards the Pupil's desk. A quick count.
"And is the professor's friend also an overachiever? I can't imagine you'd need to be. Unless you'd like someone to check your work?" It was said so innocently. "Perhaps I could learn from your own methods."
Their hair was dripping, and after all that work styling the curls into place too. They wrung out the bangs trying to escape into their face and decidedly didn't huff about it.