Final Fantasy XII: Number Work (Larsa, Team Vaan)
Title: Number Work
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Characters/Pairings: Larsa, Team Vaan
Rating: PG
Summary: Because homework trumps even the Great and Terrible Quest.
Number Work
"You've put your letters in the wrong places," Balthier says, and he is leaning over Larsa's shoulder. Larsa does not skitter away, but he certainly makes an effort to bend further over his paper.
"No, no," Balthier continues, and now his finger is pressed on the leather-bound papers in Larsa's lap. "The x should be placed before the z. You've written out the formula wrong, that's why it's not matching up."
"Do," Larsa asks, with all the control he can muster, "you mind?"
Balthier pointedly ignores the question, squatting down next to Larsa, far too close for comfort. "It's really not that difficult," Balthier near chirps, and in a moment the pen is swiped from Larsa's fingers. Larsa stares at his hand in mute horror.
"Like this," Balthier says, "and then this-- And then like this--"
"You've done that wrong," Ashe says with thinly veiled scorn, and Larsa can only stare at his paper in the same mute horror.
"Pardon?" Balthier asks, looking up with a glower.
"I said," Ashe repeats, and now she's pulling the papers and pen from Balthier, "that you're doing it wrong. I do wonder how you learned your numbers."
Larsa can feel his world slowly falling out from beneath him, and he can already hear his tutor's cries of absolute woe.
"How can you even read this?" Ashe is asking in abject horror, and Balthier is trying to pull the book back, and it's all going on over Larsa's head. Larsa ducks into a much smaller ball.
"Simply because my numbers do not contain the same needless frills a princess's might, does not mean--"
"You're both wrong," Vaan cuts in, and Larsa can't hide his whimper.
By this point, the book is lost entirely, Larsa has decided, and he's sure his pen has met a like fate. He shudders faintly to the side, bumps into Balthier's legs, and whimpers again. His tutor, his tutor is going to kill him.
"See," Vaan is saying, and the words are going fuzzy in Larsa's head, "that's the wrong formula. What he's trying to do is this one, that's why the x is where it is. Really, though, he shouldn't have this division. That's where he's going wrong."
A pair of arms pick Larsa up, and Larsa can't stop the mew, nor can he help his arms from wrapping around Basch's neck. He can hear a paper tear, and he twitches again.
"I'm certain," Basch says, and his chest is rumbling beneath Larsa, "that your tutor will not be quite so angry, all things considered."
The sound of the pen snapping is next, and even Basch has a bit of a twitch at that. Larsa clings a little closer.
"Perhaps," Basch says, "a quest is quest enough, without the addition of number work."
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Characters/Pairings: Larsa, Team Vaan
Rating: PG
Summary: Because homework trumps even the Great and Terrible Quest.
Number Work
"You've put your letters in the wrong places," Balthier says, and he is leaning over Larsa's shoulder. Larsa does not skitter away, but he certainly makes an effort to bend further over his paper.
"No, no," Balthier continues, and now his finger is pressed on the leather-bound papers in Larsa's lap. "The x should be placed before the z. You've written out the formula wrong, that's why it's not matching up."
"Do," Larsa asks, with all the control he can muster, "you mind?"
Balthier pointedly ignores the question, squatting down next to Larsa, far too close for comfort. "It's really not that difficult," Balthier near chirps, and in a moment the pen is swiped from Larsa's fingers. Larsa stares at his hand in mute horror.
"Like this," Balthier says, "and then this-- And then like this--"
"You've done that wrong," Ashe says with thinly veiled scorn, and Larsa can only stare at his paper in the same mute horror.
"Pardon?" Balthier asks, looking up with a glower.
"I said," Ashe repeats, and now she's pulling the papers and pen from Balthier, "that you're doing it wrong. I do wonder how you learned your numbers."
Larsa can feel his world slowly falling out from beneath him, and he can already hear his tutor's cries of absolute woe.
"How can you even read this?" Ashe is asking in abject horror, and Balthier is trying to pull the book back, and it's all going on over Larsa's head. Larsa ducks into a much smaller ball.
"Simply because my numbers do not contain the same needless frills a princess's might, does not mean--"
"You're both wrong," Vaan cuts in, and Larsa can't hide his whimper.
By this point, the book is lost entirely, Larsa has decided, and he's sure his pen has met a like fate. He shudders faintly to the side, bumps into Balthier's legs, and whimpers again. His tutor, his tutor is going to kill him.
"See," Vaan is saying, and the words are going fuzzy in Larsa's head, "that's the wrong formula. What he's trying to do is this one, that's why the x is where it is. Really, though, he shouldn't have this division. That's where he's going wrong."
A pair of arms pick Larsa up, and Larsa can't stop the mew, nor can he help his arms from wrapping around Basch's neck. He can hear a paper tear, and he twitches again.
"I'm certain," Basch says, and his chest is rumbling beneath Larsa, "that your tutor will not be quite so angry, all things considered."
The sound of the pen snapping is next, and even Basch has a bit of a twitch at that. Larsa clings a little closer.
"Perhaps," Basch says, "a quest is quest enough, without the addition of number work."