[ By the time Ethan's worked up a schedule for himself, everything goes to hell. What nice. What good. A day or two after his run in with a fist very well leaving his nose in a minor fracture (that didn't need any placing, thank God), Ethan walks about with a bruise to show for, by now a lovely mesh of purple and the beginnings of yellow just under the eye and stretching to the nose.
He didn't forget about Miss Riye, as he had never, arriving at the library on the same day every week. One hour reading and some kanji— perhaps today he had been a few minutes tardier than most days (he wasn't all that punctual to start), arriving with quickened steps into the building and gliding awkwardly to the table that awaited him, notebook in hand. ]
H-hey, sorry I'm late, Miss Riye, the farm's pretty busy lately— [ He clatters a chair, takes a seat— and with a quiet oh, he reaches behind him to drag his bag sideways, fish through it and—
Teacher gets a jar of strawberry jam, placed right by her. Fresh from the farm. ]
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He didn't forget about Miss Riye, as he had never, arriving at the library on the same day every week. One hour reading and some kanji— perhaps today he had been a few minutes tardier than most days (he wasn't all that punctual to start), arriving with quickened steps into the building and gliding awkwardly to the table that awaited him, notebook in hand. ]
H-hey, sorry I'm late, Miss Riye, the farm's pretty busy lately— [ He clatters a chair, takes a seat— and with a quiet oh, he reaches behind him to drag his bag sideways, fish through it and—
Teacher gets a jar of strawberry jam, placed right by her. Fresh from the farm. ]