Autor takes the glass. "Hm. You're welcome," he says neutrally. "If you need a break for the restroom you may have one."
May. It's strange to Autor to be the one in control of this ritual. Strange, and a little heady. He's in his father's place--well, what used to be his father's place, years ago--as the guide, and teacher. He's proud that he's not leaving Fakir alone for this, as he has been.
And Fakir shows a lot of promise. He's Autor's rival in Spinning, really, but the boy hopes they can trade ideas sometime. If he makes it through this, and the oak tree...
Autor returns to sit at the desk, pulling his sylladex out of his pocket. He calls his food bag out--"Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away*"--and hunts around for an apple, which he bites into.
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Date: 2015-01-27 11:29 pm (UTC)May. It's strange to Autor to be the one in control of this ritual. Strange, and a little heady. He's in his father's place--well, what used to be his father's place, years ago--as the guide, and teacher. He's proud that he's not leaving Fakir alone for this, as he has been.
And Fakir shows a lot of promise. He's Autor's rival in Spinning, really, but the boy hopes they can trade ideas sometime. If he makes it through this, and the oak tree...
Autor returns to sit at the desk, pulling his sylladex out of his pocket. He calls his food bag out--"Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away*"--and hunts around for an apple, which he bites into.
*Shakespeare, Sonnet 75