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[butwedonot]

The morning had dragged on a bit to long for Charles' taste, there always seemed to be something that needed to be done. The air had been heavy throughout the house, be it the forboding shadow cast over the Westchester mannor or the tension that arose from many hard and not exactly fruitful trainning sessions throughout the day. It seemed that

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[butwedonot]

I think I only distract you because you let me. [ He was just as humored as Erik, though he believed the words he spoke-- the man seemed far too determined and able to obtain that single-minded focus if he cared to that Charles wasn't entirely sure he could distract him unless allowed to. Still, it was a flattering thought to know he could pose some sort of a distraction regardless.

The suspicious, or lack thereof, nature of their sitting arrangement doesn't seem to phase him. Mostly because he doubted any of the students could manage to make it all the way down the hall and into the study with neither of them noticing the approach-- be it their thoughts or the metal they carried on their person. Besides, they were mutants, this was at best half as unusual as their genetic dispositions-- not that he minded either, not really, though he'd probably talk more openly about his mutation than anything otherwise. For now, though, perhaps it was best-- they were both still settling into things and he didn't care to jump (metaphorically, this time) too soon. ]

I enjoy all sorts of poetry Erik, I figure that settling in with just one type I might miss out on something I'd really enjoy. [ A wry smile, as his finger traced the page, ] I find what I care to read is dependent on my mood; and poetry is quite relaxing. [ A flicker of a glance before his focus is returned to the page, an almost demure sort of expression takes hold, brows furrowing before he let out an anxious laugh, ] Don't mock my German, or I'll throw you out. [ It's a little bit of a stall, but this whole concept is different; and he's not sure how Erik will react, but he's impatient and forward and perhaps poetry was an easier way to make a point than having to know the words himself. ] Ich denke Dein, wenn mir der Sonne Schimmer, Vom Meere strahlt; Ich denke dein, wenn sich des Mondes Flimmer, [ A brief pause to gather some clue to a proper enunciation before he continues, ] In Quellen malt. [ He furrows his brows at his own words, really they hadn't sounded nearly as elegant as he had imagined, perhaps he should've taken the time to brush up on his German first... ]