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"I'm Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. Greetings. As fellow outlanders in Okhema, our meeting is surely fate's design."
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— "Just a short walk to the water elevators." He glides off to find some towels for the coming event.
"To the far left side of Professor Anaxas office... Surely, you can survive that tread over and back?" Phainon side-eyes the Kremnkan Prince, expecting a violent reaction.
🍷⠀。Mydeimos was temporarily stunned by the sudden blockage of his sight senses, feeling himself being turned by the bucket over him under Khaslana's palm.
Walking in which ever direction Khaslana guided him towards with his hand on the bucket, Mydeimos began reaching up to—
—places the half burnt bucket over the Kremnoans head, as if to mock him.
"And only he is capable of 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 whatever you caught. As for the... wound and scarring, I don't think Hyacine would appreciate your indifference in the courtyard."
— Phainon was not having it at all. His gaze flows to the pile of buckets beside his Professors’ work table, he drifts off towards it and grabs one—immediately, the wood charcoal under his scalding hands.
He shifts towards Mydeimos’ direction carrying the blazing bucket.
🍷⠀。
``Hah?`` Mydeimos hums, looking over towards Khaslana and noticing what he was gesturing towards, having already set priorities on looking around the place that's filled with interesting chemicals.
``—and who are you to order me around like that? Don't tell me-``
Phainons eyes narrowed, a slight smile evident on his face. Whatever the pale man was planning wasn’t good intention at all.
"Professor Anaxa doesn't like people snooping through his works without much acknowledgement to its contents."
Phainon suddenly—