Snippet #2747833

Therion thought about how glad he was that Cliff was so easy to bribe, especially considering his clan wasn't to be trifled with. He finished his lunch, stolen from High Wizard Traf, and turned to give a quizzical look to the roommate. "Millen, eh?" He seemed to recall something about the Once Demon King, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Not that he particularly cared. "Maybe this one won't be a totaly snooze-fest!"

The burger sat warmly in Theri's stomach, giving him a slight sense of satisfaction. Things banned on campus were always the tastiest, and he found the slaughtered and fried cow was weirdly filling. Traf gave him two options for their work together and he nearly jumped out of his seat answering. "Now!!!! Of course now, sooner is ALWAYS better than later. I won't be able to focus later, I've been up for way too damn long! Slew a few Orcs, went ice-skating with a Cyclops." Theri didn't like to complain, but it definitely had it's strategical merits.

The young magi gave an annoyed look at Kamikaze, as far as he was concerned the thing was a flying rat. He contemplated turning it into something that would get gobbled up, like a lizard or a dragonfly, but decided against it. It was too much effort for a winged rodent. The werecat began to leave, and Theri gave her a practiced smile and waved enthusiastically "See you around Linda!"