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@hierum​​​​ said ; "i swear it wasn't me."   it was definitely him.   ahem !   from mael >:]c  /  from :   * 𝟒𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄) ,    

     ❝ —Oh, aren’t you a funny one- ❞   And there he goes, SNATCHING a pen that happened to ‘casually’ be floating by— right next to him;  even prior to grabbing it, he could notice the obnoxious loud colors and patterns on it from the corner of his eye, a gift from a certain professor with an uncanny ability to distract others from performing their usual tasks, just like this man; because of course that these series of odd ‘inconveniences’ that have started to take place exactly on his office and only once the other has stepped in weren’t a product of Mael’s need for an urgent visit at the circus to get some sort of show  (an arguably much more entertaining place than an office),  but rather, the peculiar activity of the wind. Of course.

He should have known right?

If it wasn’t perhaps for the fact that the pen  (as ridiculous as it looked)  wasn’t a gift, chances were that by the look on the professor’s face, said pen would have probably long been snapped in half as soon as he took hold of it, a product of the accumulated small quantity of patience that he -not so proudly- possessed. At the end of the day, he knew better than to let this man get away with his mischief and get the worst out of him, as if the other was some sort of large feline who hapenned to be lacking enough stimulation and decided to bother its owner. Espresso was a gentleman, a refined man of science, an individual whom—

Wait .

      Was that ....         ... Was that his journal—

Just when he thought that the other couldn’t become any more insufferable- His journal, his beloved diary where he kept equations, notes and everything meticulously planned in advance; that has grown so heavy that oftentimes he’s simply memorized the times of his meetings as a matter to not carry such a heavy thing— in conclusion, his beloved diary; It began floating far above him- at an uncomfortable distance, one that he didn’t even have to measure in order to know that he would certainly not be able to reach.

Oh, this bastard.

And he even had the audacity to speak right afterwards— the audacity to look so nonchalant about it too !! But not for long, no- because if there was one thing that was irreversible, it was the wasted bars of his patience that have long been thrown out of the window. (unless a shot of espresso was offered to quench his pettiness, of course.)

     ❝ —If I’ve ever drifted away the way a cloud does? Hahaha~  Oh, Mr. Ehlert,  the things you say— ... no- I have not, however- I would not be against the chance to test such things with such a curious and energetic individual such as yourself. ❞   And now he stops jumping   attempting  to get hold of his journal  ( for the time being at least )  and instead, begins to walk right towards where the window is. Rolling his sleeves up, he lifts the bottom window with a smile.   ❝ Now don’t be shy ! you suggested this little experiment, haven’t you? Come closer then. A perfect opportunity to show you the wonders of coffee magic, don’t you think? ❞