[...okay no, look, he can't help it. He laughs. It's a quiet and genuine little thing, something he's trying to stifle, but. He's clearly not trying very hard. He really can't help it, the mental image that conjures up of Clavell going around pretending to be some student is ridiculous.]
With that kind of talent I'm shocked Interpol wasn't beating down your door with a whole recruitment spiel ready to go.
[And just like that, whatever tension was lingering just...bleeds right out of him. He takes Clavell's weight against him more easily, and even leans in himself. Doesn't even chastise Persian when she brazenly takes more than one malasada for herself and lays herself down across their feet.]
I'm assuming you got the kids back into class, then?
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[...okay no, look, he can't help it. He laughs. It's a quiet and genuine little thing, something he's trying to stifle, but. He's clearly not trying very hard. He really can't help it, the mental image that conjures up of Clavell going around pretending to be some student is ridiculous.]
With that kind of talent I'm shocked Interpol wasn't beating down your door with a whole recruitment spiel ready to go.
[And just like that, whatever tension was lingering just...bleeds right out of him. He takes Clavell's weight against him more easily, and even leans in himself. Doesn't even chastise Persian when she brazenly takes more than one malasada for herself and lays herself down across their feet.]
I'm assuming you got the kids back into class, then?