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"I can grab some and uh, meet you at the 'rest..?"
Oh. He hoped for immediate action but it seemed it wasn't meant to be. To be fair Isaac had to get rid of the scroll as well, preventing it from burning in his palm unnoticed thanks to probable uncontrolled magic outbusrts. As much as the teen wanted to know more from the other, the hard worked for piece of paper meant a bit more probably.. document wise of course, if he ever wanted to attain some magic college in the future. They had them in Antova, right? Isaac quickly nodded, agreeing to the others plan with a shrug. Guess he could go home first, give back the clothes to Pandora and suit himself into something..different. And grab the money for sure, he won't let anyone stalk him so he would have to repay his debt. The teenager hesitantly raised his fist before the other, trying to appear sheepish. Okay..that's how you do the friend thing... no wait we aren't friends. Collegues? Eh, whatever. He looked at Farren, practicly begging him to stop the awkwardness. This was a bad idea. To his contentment, the other looked down and returned the gesture after few seconds, bringing the slightly ridiculous situation to a close. "See you later then."

They parted their ways. Isaac still wasn't sure if it was a good idea to even try and be chummy with the tailor, especially in a bar that pretty much banned him from entering after his bar fights and damage done to the place. Maybe he could just get in with a hood on? Did he even want to drink that badly to risk going to the Rattles Rest in the first place? He did pass the class and all but it wasn't an immense achievement to drink for and he probably wouldn't know any grew there. And what if there were I m p s? Or other freaks? Worst of all, what if he was recognized and chased after again? The teen could gear up with his handy dagger but what damage could he do to several adults with a tiny blade and some fire magic? If he was lucky, probably a lot.. Why was he even thinking about that? Just get the money and go drink goddamit! With a sigh, Isaac turned around and headed back home. Starz wasn't at his usual stand behind the counter which meant struggling with the keys, finding the right one and opening the god damned door. All one hand. Easy. Toooootally. After getting inside, placing the diploma on the nightstand and changing into something a bit more casual, the teen put on his hood, ready to approach the bar, wether they liked it or not. Of course he looked extremely suspicious but he didn't have a better idea at the moment. It's do or die now, he thought.

SoRrY iF oOc

ReEeEEeEeEeeEeEeEeE

And english mistakes

rly sorry bout that

i should know how to write better already >:C

Farren belongs to

Pandora and Starz belong to [mentioned]

Description

Inspiration => www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ehUQo…

[Previous ]

"I can grab some and uh, meet you at the 'rest..?"
Oh. He hoped for immediate action but it seemed it wasn't meant to be. To be fair Isaac had to get rid of the scroll as well, preventing it from burning in his palm unnoticed thanks to probable uncontrolled magic outbusrts. As much as the teen wanted to know more from the other, the hard worked for piece of paper meant a bit more probably.. document wise of course, if he ever wanted to attain some magic college in the future. They had them in Antova, right? Isaac quickly nodded, agreeing to the others plan with a shrug. Guess he could go home first, give back the clothes to Pandora and suit himself into something..different. And grab the money for sure, he won't let anyone stalk him so he would have to repay his debt. The teenager hesitantly raised his fist before the other, trying to appear sheepish. Okay..that's how you do the friend thing... no wait we aren't friends. Collegues? Eh, whatever. He looked at Farren, practicly begging him to stop the awkwardness. This was a bad idea. To his contentment, the other looked down and returned the gesture after few seconds, bringing the slightly ridiculous situation to a close. "See you later then."

They parted their ways. Isaac still wasn't sure if it was a good idea to even try and be chummy with the tailor, especially in a bar that pretty much banned him from entering after his bar fights and damage done to the place. Maybe he could just get in with a hood on? Did he even want to drink that badly to risk going to the Rattles Rest in the first place? He did pass the class and all but it wasn't an immense achievement to drink for and he probably wouldn't know any grew there. And what if there were I m p s? Or other freaks? Worst of all, what if he was recognized and chased after again? The teen could gear up with his handy dagger but what damage could he do to several adults with a tiny blade and some fire magic? If he was lucky, probably a lot.. Why was he even thinking about that? Just get the money and go drink goddamit! With a sigh, Isaac turned around and headed back home. Starz wasn't at his usual stand behind the counter which meant struggling with the keys, finding the right one and opening the god damned door. All one hand. Easy. Toooootally. After getting inside, placing the diploma on the nightstand and changing into something a bit more casual, the teen put on his hood, ready to approach the bar, wether they liked it or not. Of course he looked extremely suspicious but he didn't have a better idea at the moment. It's do or die now, he thought.

SoRrY iF oOc

ReEeEEeEeEeeEeEeEeE

And english mistakes

rly sorry bout that

i should know how to write better already >:C

Farren belongs to

Pandora and Starz belong to [mentioned]