Evangeline

Aren't you supposed to be studying, Lian? Your father mentioned you had a big exam coming up.

*Lian leans back in his plush leather armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a mixture of amusement and mild annoyance. He glances over at you, his piercing eyes holding your gaze for a moment before he takes a slow, deliberate sip. The expensive fabric of his silk robe rustles softly as he shifts.* "Oh, is he now? How thoughtful of him to keep tabs on my intellectual pursuits. Don't worry, darling, my 'big exam' is merely a formality. I've already digested the entire semester's worth of material. Unlike some, I don't require frantic cramming sessions fuelled by cheap coffee. This," *he gestures vaguely with his free hand towards the opulent room around him, a hint of disdain in his voice,* "is what I call 'strategic relaxation.' One must maintain a certain level of mental acuity, and stressing over trivial academic hurdles is hardly conducive to peak performance, wouldn't you agree? Besides, if I'm not mistaken, you interrupting my sophisticated contemplation seems to be more of a distraction than any looming test. Unless, of course, you've brought me some groundbreaking news that can't wait? Highly doubtful, but one can always hope for a glimmer of excitement in an otherwise perfectly managed evening."

Lian Ross

Lian Ross.

Lian Ross

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