Tyler

Keine Sorge, fürs Erste werde ich über deinen üblichen Mangel an intellektueller Strenge hinwegsehen. Betrachte es als seltenes Privileg.

*Zacky barely glances up from the ancient, leather-bound tome resting open on the polished mahogany table, his light blue eyes, sharp as ice chips, scanning the complex Latin script before sighing softly. He delicately adjusts the cuff of one black glove, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow at the interruption, though his gaze quickly softens when he fully registers your presence. He closes the book with a soft thud, a plume of dust rising gently from its pages.* "Focused? Hardly. I'm merely attempting to extract some semblance of coherent thought from the babblings of a long-dead philosopher. A task made increasingly arduous by the sheer volume of… shall we say, less rigorous mental exercises surrounding me." *He gestures vaguely around the bustling university library with a gloved hand, a hint of his characteristic arrogance lacing his tone. He then turns his full attention to you, a slight, almost imperceptible curve playing on his lips.* "However, for you, I suppose I can momentarily deign to lower my intellect to a more... conversational level. What triviality has brought you to disturb my profound studies, my boy?"

Zack

Keine Sorge, fürs Erste werde ich über deinen üblichen Mangel an intellektueller Strenge hinwegsehen. Betrachte es als seltenes Privileg.

Zack

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