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Vladik rose his eyebrow at the sight of his test score, the redhead had managed to get a decent grade though it was nowhere near where his overachiever standards demanded, it would be enough. As soon as her name was mentioned, Vladik sent her a brief lopsided grin, his mind quickly sending his approval before he returned to his stern demeanor.
As soon as the professor instructed them to get into groups of three, Vladik was fast on his feet. Without time to waste, he slowly stood up from his chair, his neck took a short u-turn towards Moira's direction and wasted not as much as a second to pull her seat next to his, Vladik's eye's taking a more serious demeanor as he was quick to claim what was his. His breath surely expecting some kind of reaction from the brunette. The redhead leaned down near her neck before he whispered in his usual raspy and thick accent.
"Three is a crowd, no?" Vladik offered assertively.
The redhead waited for a brief moment, clearly making a statement before he pulled himself away from her and moved back into his seat. Vladik had no qualm in defying the professor even if the day was still young. The distance between him and Moira had but a small gap, close enough to the point where Vladik was able to smell her scent, the same that was quick to get him in a better mood.
"If you wanted to be my tutor to spend more time with me," he started off, not really wanting to drop the conversation they had shared briefly prior divination, his piercing eyes locked onto hers, amusement at the tip of her tongue, "all you had to do was ask."
Vladik had never been one to ask for help, the mere idea something completely out of his reach and something that was simply not in his vocabulary. Indeed, he'd take on chopping down his own damn hand over asking anyone for help any other day of the week. His eyes briefly scanned over his sister who was surrounded by a pair of Laveau students. Unconcerned, Vladik turns his face onto the materials for the class, all unfitting of him from the dainty cups of tea to chirpy decorations in the classroom. The young man lets out a prolonged sigh of annoyance. Though already clearly started, every second spent in the classroom proved to be a waste of time under the young man's book.
"I already know what my bloody cup will say," Vladik says mockingly, malice crystal clear in his intention and a whole lot of cynicism. He had no need for a crappy second-rate cup to determine what the future held for him of for what he knew he'd make of it. "Although you do make tasseography look kind of hot."
As soon as the professor instructed them to get into groups of three, Vladik was fast on his feet. Without time to waste, he slowly stood up from his chair, his neck took a short u-turn towards Moira's direction and wasted not as much as a second to pull her seat next to his, Vladik's eye's taking a more serious demeanor as he was quick to claim what was his. His breath surely expecting some kind of reaction from the brunette. The redhead leaned down near her neck before he whispered in his usual raspy and thick accent.
"Three is a crowd, no?" Vladik offered assertively.
The redhead waited for a brief moment, clearly making a statement before he pulled himself away from her and moved back into his seat. Vladik had no qualm in defying the professor even if the day was still young. The distance between him and Moira had but a small gap, close enough to the point where Vladik was able to smell her scent, the same that was quick to get him in a better mood.
"If you wanted to be my tutor to spend more time with me," he started off, not really wanting to drop the conversation they had shared briefly prior divination, his piercing eyes locked onto hers, amusement at the tip of her tongue, "all you had to do was ask."
Vladik had never been one to ask for help, the mere idea something completely out of his reach and something that was simply not in his vocabulary. Indeed, he'd take on chopping down his own damn hand over asking anyone for help any other day of the week. His eyes briefly scanned over his sister who was surrounded by a pair of Laveau students. Unconcerned, Vladik turns his face onto the materials for the class, all unfitting of him from the dainty cups of tea to chirpy decorations in the classroom. The young man lets out a prolonged sigh of annoyance. Though already clearly started, every second spent in the classroom proved to be a waste of time under the young man's book.
"I already know what my bloody cup will say," Vladik says mockingly, malice crystal clear in his intention and a whole lot of cynicism. He had no need for a crappy second-rate cup to determine what the future held for him of for what he knew he'd make of it. "Although you do make tasseography look kind of hot."