Third Floor Common Room - Tuesday after classes - 03/10

[new_to_liirness]

Liir was in the common room, mostly because he'd been shut in most of last weekend. The television was on, though it was on one of those ridiculous long commercial things that insisted it had the perfect method for roasting almost any meat (because the spit was such a revolution, really), but the boy himself was more focused on the shirts he had

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[future_sandworm]

Rather than going back to his room Leto stopped by the common room, and noticing Liir, with whom he had had a long philosophical conversation during the cruise, he took a seat on the couch. "Good afternoon," he said.

[new_to_liirness]

He bobbed his head with a small smile.

"Afternoon," he said in return. He moved the shirts over onto the arm rest, which was just as good a place for them to sit.

"How've you been? Well, I should hope?"

[future_sandworm]

Leto smiled. "Yes, mostly well." He tried to discern whether the words were just mere politeness or if there was a genuine concern. Liir had come across as rather attentive to the needs of others when they last met. "And yourself?" His eyes shifted to the shirts on the armrest. "Mending clothes?"

[new_to_liirness]

A bit of both, really. It was habit, but if Leto had said something other than 'fine' or 'well', he'd have offered to assist almost immediately.

"A bit of soreness this weekend," he admitted, in the midst of a growth spurt even if he was unaware of the fact, "but otherwise fine. And yes, I'm doing a bit of work on my shirts. I clean them properly, of course, but they still need a bit of mending here and there."