He retracts his hand which held the document, placing the paper on his table again. “ I can help you go over my past lessons if that's of any help. But only if you're up to it and if your schedule is free. ”
For a mere quarter of a second, Ditrian seemed to have frozen in his place. “ Oh . . . ” He lets out. It was surprising, but he's always been great at concealing his emotions. “ I'm sorry if that was offensive in any way. I genuinely did not know. ”
It's funny how most of the staffs are overreacting by saying that if me and Artezia broke up, I'd probably be:
1) Dead
2) Still dead but my body is found floating by the docks
3) Cause an earthquake everywhere in Mystic Isles
Maybe they're all fake nonchalants 🤷🏻
I came across something while scrolling through kaster . . in honor of Hearts Day, here’s a little test! (This is me trying to get to know you guys better) https://t.co/1d0S6122Io
The new student was busy looking around his office while Ditrian placed his daggers back in its case and in his table. He looked at the new student from head to toe, as if examining the lady before answering her.
“ That's like saying why would you need food when you can eat grass. ” He simply responded.
“ Do you get the picture? ” Ditrian stood up and handed the lady a folder. “ Now, this is a compilation of the lessons I had before your arrival. ”