Alongside the elf, Edel allowed his own eyebrows to raise in similar fashion as if copy-catting his expressions, all instantaneously, continuing to smile. But, it was so subtle, and so slight, and once the taller had stopped, as did Edel. If his father had kept him estate-bound for that long of a time, quite the chat they must've had. The boy remained completely unfazed.
Yes, how nice, he stated, picking up the board and the moth that marred it with one sharp thrust of his arm. I never was questioning his decision. I was merely stating that you were late, which is quite the truthful fact, is it not? I believe it is. And there shouldn't be any problems with facts, now should there be?" he chuckled.
Edel kept the items safely tucked beneath each armpit, eyeing the new teacher without sprouting a single word. He then blinked, lips curled kindly. "No, there aren't any questions, sir."
Easily, he side-stepped him, trotting off towards his desk where he put down his sketchbook, and hung up the board with the dozen others adorning one wall, dead insects nailed on like withered, crucified paintings. Edel didn't glance at the elf again, taking down a sturdy net from a hook.
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