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The lack of tact -and, really, unwavering confidence- with which the stranger swivelled around in xys chair to snap at him came as a surprise. Alone, it wouldn’t have sufficed to shake Marc’s serene stance; however, coupled with the familiar the words that followed, it succeeded to destabilise him momentarily. Marc’s hands loosened a little against his elbows, and he blinked lazily. César. Speaking to that girl.
He had to wrench his eyes away from the other student, the quick show of tiredness that flashed across his face disappearing into a tranquil expression. Still, Marc’s grip felt ever-so-slightly tight against his notebook as he took a step to the side. For a moment, he looked like he was going to sit at one of the desks, nothing more -and then he leaned a little towards the younger person, once again bringing a hand to his face in a whispering gesture.
“I could be your conscience,” he lilted, taking on an amused expression. “Kære,” Marc’s gentle features felt terribly wrong as he went on, arm drifting back down to his side, “have you thought about the fact that maybe you’re hurting her?” He joined his hands with a jovial shrug, contrastingly watching the student before him with intensity. “You will never understand why if you don’t try to speak with her. Besides, look at where you are.” Marc gestured to the beautiful teal walls, and overall spacious castle. To the slight quirk of the stranger’s lips, he let out a beaming smile -the falsehood of which could only be caught if the other student noticed the lack of regularly in his voice. “It seems to me that she does a lot for you.”
@Acorn06 | Kære is a term of endearment, which took me ages to find ~
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