Clef was in his usual spot atop the tall stone that lived in the library. He had been transitioning from going over his notes - again - to working on the project he had with Kaiba. Which would have felt really stupid in light of his new urgency, but it was to earn books tat would help with his actual goal. So as inane as it was, working on a stupid game was actually working towards the goal of breaking free of the Train's hold.
But he knew the look of someone not really reading.
He wasn't in a great mood or he might have spoken up when she first came in, if only to say hi. But he didn't. He was tired after the mission, but the anger, the frustration, the helplessness, it all bubbled still, still drove him.
But he was a Guru. Had been for far longer than he had been Ascended. Far longer than he had known Nita. He had to offer what aid he could. Had to.
"Unless you absorb throgh osmosis, I believe a book is meant to be read, not flipped through absently," he said, his voice dry but quiet.
[Action, cause you said it was okay]
But he knew the look of someone not really reading.
He wasn't in a great mood or he might have spoken up when she first came in, if only to say hi. But he didn't. He was tired after the mission, but the anger, the frustration, the helplessness, it all bubbled still, still drove him.
But he was a Guru. Had been for far longer than he had been Ascended. Far longer than he had known Nita. He had to offer what aid he could. Had to.
"Unless you absorb throgh osmosis, I believe a book is meant to be read, not flipped through absently," he said, his voice dry but quiet.