Despite themself, Thursday was put at ease by Ángel's friendly demeanor. Secrets loosened, and their curious nature felt more akin to gentle inquisition, and less a dogged truth-hounding.
"Energy and... law? I think I know a little about that. Or maybe, I know a little about that when it's wrong." Thursday paused, and considered something. After a moment, they spoke again. "Would you ever offer lessons to me? Er, can I come to your classes? I don't know what 'shapeling arts' are, and I prefer beetles, but you seem like you know a lot, and... uh.. yea?" Another pause, and they readjusted their jacket. "What is that? Is it like oil pastels? No, 'shapeing', is it like clay or pottery?"
"You can call me Thursday Volante, or, fuck, what was the other one?" They snapped their fingers untilnit came to them. "The 'Portentous Pawn'. I didn't chose that one though."
Re: Before Class
"Energy and... law? I think I know a little about that. Or maybe, I know a little about that when it's wrong." Thursday paused, and considered something. After a moment, they spoke again. "Would you ever offer lessons to me? Er, can I come to your classes? I don't know what 'shapeling arts' are, and I prefer beetles, but you seem like you know a lot, and... uh.. yea?" Another pause, and they readjusted their jacket. "What is that? Is it like oil pastels? No, 'shapeing', is it like clay or pottery?"
"You can call me Thursday Volante, or, fuck, what was the other one?" They snapped their fingers untilnit came to them. "The 'Portentous Pawn'. I didn't chose that one though."