He ignores them at first, assuming it's just some student wanting help with this, that, or some other thing, and if they want his attention, they can stop being lazy, walk over to his desk, and ask him themselves.
But they don't. They just stand there. Or sit there. Whatever it is they're doing. He hasn't bothered to look up yet. And then he does--just a passing glance, a moment's curiosity more than anything else, but it leaves a lasting impression.
(Memories of walking through town as hooded, masked children run about to play with one another. The way they laugh and try to play with her. How she laughed with them and danced while he stood and watched with a smile.)
He feels like he should be sour. Instead he just feels numb.
Avery sets his pen to the side and leans forward on his elbows, hands clasped just under his chin.]
You're a long way from home, kid.
[It's been ages since he spoke Old German, but the words come as though he never stopped.]
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He ignores them at first, assuming it's just some student wanting help with this, that, or some other thing, and if they want his attention, they can stop being lazy, walk over to his desk, and ask him themselves.
But they don't. They just stand there. Or sit there. Whatever it is they're doing. He hasn't bothered to look up yet. And then he does--just a passing glance, a moment's curiosity more than anything else, but it leaves a lasting impression.
(Memories of walking through town as hooded, masked children run about to play with one another. The way they laugh and try to play with her. How she laughed with them and danced while he stood and watched with a smile.)
He feels like he should be sour. Instead he just feels numb.
Avery sets his pen to the side and leans forward on his elbows, hands clasped just under his chin.]
You're a long way from home, kid.
[It's been ages since he spoke Old German, but the words come as though he never stopped.]