[ A messy head of hair bobs in front of the screen, before focusing on the person whose face is half obscured by his own hair and a big pair of glasses. There’s almost a glint of curiosity. ]This is a lot like an adventure epic. Magic is standard fare; tall, ancient castles are all pretty cliche, too. Let me guess, we're going to be fighting an
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And without even listening to what he's saying--] Leo!
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[Meaning he's upset and he doesn't like this arrangement at all.]
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I'm sorry, I suppose you'll have to draw a bath on your own now. And tie your own cravat. And make your own tea.
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I could do that anyway--! [Maybe. He's already wondering if there's some way to get it changed, hrm.]
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Is there somewhere we can meet, though? This is pretty cool but I would rather talk to you in person.
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[He thinks.]
What about the ground floor? [Probably be easier to find each other there--it can't be that hard to find a staircase down.]
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[ Although with a glance out the window, he wonders how long it would take to get down to the ground floor from here. This tower is rather high up. ]
Don't get lost.
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[Jabs a finger at him.]
Don't you get lost, either!
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[ He cuts the feed after that, and finds his way down the tower to get to the ground floor, but by the time he finally gets downstairs he just realized... well,
Where on the ground floor? ]
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Because do you hear that loud voice? Elliot is apparently lacking some propriety (what do you mean he can't shout in a school) after he's been separated from his servant. What. He wasn't worried.]
LEO!
[He's after going a bit ahead.]
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Maybe not. ]
Elliot!
[ Sometimes Elliot's loudness comes in handy, and maybe Leo won't give him a smack in the head for making a commotion this time. Just seeing Elliot is enough relief, because even if he doesn't show it, it did make him uneasy when Elliot wasn't there. ]
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He's a bit in disarray, don't mind him--he put on the school uniform he'd found in a bit of a hurry.]
It's about time!
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But that thought disappears when Elliot speaks. Not that it's important, anyway. ]
Where is your house?
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The seventh floor, I think. [He tried counting on the way down, even while rushing.]
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[ He follows Elliot's line of sight, though wonders if someone from a different house would be able to get in. The entrance to his own common room is locked, and it's not unreasonable to assume the same for others. ]
Have you been here long?
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