Anders (
not_every_mage) wrote2015-10-06 08:12 pm
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Room 322, Tuesday Evening
Anders was a man inspired tonight. Bob's class had put him in mind of the perfect words for his manifesto, the exact right way to explain the wrongs mages had suffered, and he needed to get them on paper before he lost track of them again. He sat on his bed with a dictionary and thesaurus close at hand, scribbling busily away.
[OOC: Cracked door,open post!]
[OOC: Cracked door,open post!]
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Normally she wouldn't just bail after someone had done her a huge favor, but Anders looked more like he'd appreciate a chance to rest than he would her delightful conversation.
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"I'll be fine. It's my own fault, anyhow," he said. "I haven't been practicing, and that was a lot of healing to do cold. You managed to mess yourself up properly."
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"How do you practice?" she asked. "Is that something you can even do without having dumb friends come knocking at your door?" She shifted position slightly, hand coming up to rub lightly at his temples if he liked. She wasn't sure if he had a headache, but it certainly seemed like he should.
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She playfully went to tap her fingers against his cheek. "Is that why you tend towards scruffy?"
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