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[herlastwish]

[Outside in the fall courtyard there is a burning pile. Lavi is standing in front of it, poking at the fire with a long branch to keep it going. He's wearing his black cloak but the hood is down.

His hair is also incredibly short today. Come and bother? Maybe try and see what he's burning.]

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[besomeothername]

Did we lose another one?

[[ooc: The Bookmanish half]]

[herlastwish]

Quite the opposite.

[besomeothername]

You graduated?

[herlastwish]

[Looks over at him.]

[besomeothername]

Must I spell it out for you, boy.

[herlastwish]

'Boy'? [He quirks an eyebrow at that. Then looks back at the burning pile.] Don't cock an attitude, Junior.

[besomeothername]

Don't. call. me. that.

[herlastwish]

Then don't call your elder 'boy'. I have only one name.

[besomeothername]

Just because you have the title, doesn't mean you're any good. Especially if you are out here burning things out in the open.

[herlastwish]

I doubt burning it inside would be very clever.

[Lip quirk.] And outside I can enjoy the season change.

[besomeothername]

Still trying to be a smartass.

[Scoops up one of the things the other Lavi is burning to take a closer look at it]

[herlastwish]

Can't I just be sincere?

[Ah, ah~! Have that stick suddenly come down on your wrist.]

Don't poke your nose in places where it can be chopped off, Junior.

[besomeothername]

Denying the poor uneducated apprentices of seeing a Bookman's logs. And name-calling on top of that.

My my, I should have graduated a long time ago. Is that all it takes?

[herlastwish]

These are not the logs of a Bookman.

[Lips still quirked.] Not with an attitude like that.

[besomeothername]

Then it looks like you have a lot of rewriting to do.

[herlastwish]

Mhm. [Goes back to poking the fire.]