Post by Muse on Aug 12, 2012 6:45:15 GMT 10
Title: Studying Techniques
Rating: PG
Team: PotS/DotL
Prompt: How did your brain even learn human speech?
Word Count: 370
Summary: It is exam time and of course even this last time is the same as always.
When Kel entered the room, Merric jerked upright, thrashing around as he tried his best (and yet failed miserably) to look busy. His elbow clipped Faleron in the eye, and the taller, lanky boy crashed into the bookshelf to his left. Owen, across the room, stopped pummeling Seaver, who took the opportunity to land another solid blow on the curly haired boy’s jaw before looking properly contrite.
Kel propped the hand not occupied with a pile of textbooks against her hip. “The last exams we’re going to have, and this is you, studying?”
Neal, face down with his nose jammed into the binding of a book, said something unintelligible. In response, Fal sat up and thumped Neal with one of the books that had fallen off of the shelf and onto him. “Real words, book muncher.”
Kel dropped her books onto the table, and Neal tilted his head to the side, one eye opening blearily to glare at her. “This is the height of civilization. I’m trying to soak in as much of it as possible while I still can.”
Kel rolled her eyes. Owen, bouncing on Seaver’s bed, chirped, “Oh, shut it, Neal. You’ve got four years of adventures and glory in front of you.”
“Four years of mud and cold baths,” Merric moaned, head thudding back onto the table in despair.
“Four years of fighting bandits and hunting immortals, striking fear into the hearts of villains and emerging from bloody battles victorious—“
“Four years of being dragged across the map at the whim of a madman with a sword,” Neal countered firmly, fixing his stare on Owen. “Some of us cultured people don’t find pleasure in that sort of activity, unlike you strange ones.”
“You’re just not looking at it the right wa—aaaaaaaah!” Seaver shoved Owen off of his bed, stretching out to prevent further invasion of his personal space.
Neal snagged another book from Fal’s pile and chucked it at Owen’s head. “Do us a favor and shut it. You’re particularly bloody-minded tonight.”
“I still think—“ Multiple books flew at Owen this time.
Fal shook his head sadly. “And to think, the Stump only has one more year to beat it out of him.”
Rating: PG
Team: PotS/DotL
Prompt: How did your brain even learn human speech?
Word Count: 370
Summary: It is exam time and of course even this last time is the same as always.
When Kel entered the room, Merric jerked upright, thrashing around as he tried his best (and yet failed miserably) to look busy. His elbow clipped Faleron in the eye, and the taller, lanky boy crashed into the bookshelf to his left. Owen, across the room, stopped pummeling Seaver, who took the opportunity to land another solid blow on the curly haired boy’s jaw before looking properly contrite.
Kel propped the hand not occupied with a pile of textbooks against her hip. “The last exams we’re going to have, and this is you, studying?”
Neal, face down with his nose jammed into the binding of a book, said something unintelligible. In response, Fal sat up and thumped Neal with one of the books that had fallen off of the shelf and onto him. “Real words, book muncher.”
Kel dropped her books onto the table, and Neal tilted his head to the side, one eye opening blearily to glare at her. “This is the height of civilization. I’m trying to soak in as much of it as possible while I still can.”
Kel rolled her eyes. Owen, bouncing on Seaver’s bed, chirped, “Oh, shut it, Neal. You’ve got four years of adventures and glory in front of you.”
“Four years of mud and cold baths,” Merric moaned, head thudding back onto the table in despair.
“Four years of fighting bandits and hunting immortals, striking fear into the hearts of villains and emerging from bloody battles victorious—“
“Four years of being dragged across the map at the whim of a madman with a sword,” Neal countered firmly, fixing his stare on Owen. “Some of us cultured people don’t find pleasure in that sort of activity, unlike you strange ones.”
“You’re just not looking at it the right wa—aaaaaaaah!” Seaver shoved Owen off of his bed, stretching out to prevent further invasion of his personal space.
Neal snagged another book from Fal’s pile and chucked it at Owen’s head. “Do us a favor and shut it. You’re particularly bloody-minded tonight.”
“I still think—“ Multiple books flew at Owen this time.
Fal shook his head sadly. “And to think, the Stump only has one more year to beat it out of him.”