[ None the wiser, Sage accepts the cup. It's all polite reflex, as it takes him a moment or two to actually look away from the window and the thrum of normalcy that lies beyond it. He lifts it at an angle with a nod - a silent thanks. If Rowen's lack of manners bothers him, he probably wouldn't be here at all. Over time, habits become nuanced. Appreciated, even. There's something comforting in knowing that to expect.
Well, in most cases. Instead of taking a sip right away, Sage squares the cup on the table, both palms against it to warm his hands. True to Rowen's word, the foot traffic outside is picking up. ]
How much time do you have to spend here before memorizing the class schedules?
[ Briefly, Sage wonders how often he actually goes home. ]
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Well, in most cases. Instead of taking a sip right away, Sage squares the cup on the table, both palms against it to warm his hands. True to Rowen's word, the foot traffic outside is picking up. ]
How much time do you have to spend here before memorizing the class schedules?
[ Briefly, Sage wonders how often he actually goes home. ]