It seemed they were kindred spirits of a sort then. He certainly had his habit pointed out now and again. If Lady Grey was around, she often would try to nudge him in the direction of rest. Or he’d wake up at his desk with a blanket draped over his shoulders. It was a 50/50 chance, really. “It is easy to get caught up in the flow of words on the page, especially when you’re on to something new.” Even if he did try to encourage a couple of his more serious students to take some time to socialize now and again, he wasn’t particularly good at following the advice himself. Raising a brow, though, he frowned lightly. “That’s disappointing to hear, what with the academy near the city and all. Makes me wonder how many will even show up when the time comes.”
He rather wondered if that was to say that she had magic of a sort herself or if her curiosity had simply been prompted by the fact that there was magic here. There seemed to be a little of both for arrivals in this place, though the fact that she said ‘different kinds’ at least made him feel a little more certain of the former. “Oh? In that case, I’ll consider something of that nature for my recommendations for you.” He added, thinking back on her request from moments ago. “Are there different kinds you’re thinking of specifically, or is it a general curiosity about what might be out there?” He asked, hoping to get a better idea of the young woman’s interest and what direction he should send her on her research.
He opened his mouth to agree on the subject of jealousy of such a collection of knowledge, but she asked him about his intent to finish the books he had been balancing in his arms and he paused. “I certainly do intend to? I can find a moment to rest once my curiosity has been satisfied.” Or when his body forced it, which tended to be the case when he fell asleep at his desk. Besides all that… There was a lot on his mind, between arriving in an unfamiliar world and the situation he’d been plucked out of. The familiarity of research and hiding away in books was a comfort and indulgence that he needed at the moment.
Ah, so she was one of the people who had actually touched a mirror… If he noticed the blush, he had the decency to not point it out and embarrass her further. Really, there was nothing to feel silly about, in his opinion. Looking to learn more about something that you had gotten caught up in was only good sense, in his opinion. One couldn’t make a plan for the future without putting in the effort to learn about something that might become a problem again. One of his lectures for new students actually involved mirrors, so it wasn’t an unfamiliar topic for him. “I should like to hear more about what you saw, in that case. I had wondered what might be on the other side when I learned of the situation, mirrors have long been windows into alternate universes… but given the incorrect appearance of my own reflection I decided against it.” His reflection would have made a goddamned mess, he was quite certain of that.
It was hard for him to remember, sometimes, that he had grown as tall as he had in the last few years. Around Mitsuru’s age, he had only been 5’1” and so he probably could stand to remember what it was like to need to keep up with someone of a significant height. But she was keeping up well enough, and luckily the table he was walking them back to wasn’t far away. Arriving, he nudged one pile to the side and sat the stack he’d collected this time down. Then awkwardly looked at a seat that had a few books in it and snagged those to add to the ‘finished pile’ to make room for Mitsuru. Arms free, though, he stretched slightly and took a seat himself with a gesture for her to sit as well.
So yes, the man had probably been camped at the historium for a while. “Do have a seat, if you like.”
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He rather wondered if that was to say that she had magic of a sort herself or if her curiosity had simply been prompted by the fact that there was magic here. There seemed to be a little of both for arrivals in this place, though the fact that she said ‘different kinds’ at least made him feel a little more certain of the former. “Oh? In that case, I’ll consider something of that nature for my recommendations for you.” He added, thinking back on her request from moments ago. “Are there different kinds you’re thinking of specifically, or is it a general curiosity about what might be out there?” He asked, hoping to get a better idea of the young woman’s interest and what direction he should send her on her research.
He opened his mouth to agree on the subject of jealousy of such a collection of knowledge, but she asked him about his intent to finish the books he had been balancing in his arms and he paused. “I certainly do intend to? I can find a moment to rest once my curiosity has been satisfied.” Or when his body forced it, which tended to be the case when he fell asleep at his desk. Besides all that… There was a lot on his mind, between arriving in an unfamiliar world and the situation he’d been plucked out of. The familiarity of research and hiding away in books was a comfort and indulgence that he needed at the moment.
Ah, so she was one of the people who had actually touched a mirror… If he noticed the blush, he had the decency to not point it out and embarrass her further. Really, there was nothing to feel silly about, in his opinion. Looking to learn more about something that you had gotten caught up in was only good sense, in his opinion. One couldn’t make a plan for the future without putting in the effort to learn about something that might become a problem again. One of his lectures for new students actually involved mirrors, so it wasn’t an unfamiliar topic for him. “I should like to hear more about what you saw, in that case. I had wondered what might be on the other side when I learned of the situation, mirrors have long been windows into alternate universes… but given the incorrect appearance of my own reflection I decided against it.” His reflection would have made a goddamned mess, he was quite certain of that.
It was hard for him to remember, sometimes, that he had grown as tall as he had in the last few years. Around Mitsuru’s age, he had only been 5’1” and so he probably could stand to remember what it was like to need to keep up with someone of a significant height. But she was keeping up well enough, and luckily the table he was walking them back to wasn’t far away. Arriving, he nudged one pile to the side and sat the stack he’d collected this time down. Then awkwardly looked at a seat that had a few books in it and snagged those to add to the ‘finished pile’ to make room for Mitsuru. Arms free, though, he stretched slightly and took a seat himself with a gesture for her to sit as well.
So yes, the man had probably been camped at the historium for a while. “Do have a seat, if you like.”