[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

[b]"You...honor me with this."[/b] Iraleth barely managed to avoid grinding her teeth in irritation. Astra above, please let this be the end of it. As it stood, not even the spectacle of the bucket boy breakdancing particularly impressed her through the annoyance she was feeling. All she had wanted was to get breakfast and leave for class, not be accosted by a mummer's spectacle! 

Otis's invitation caught her attention, and she glanced over to the Strigdae with a raised eyebrow. "Especially" her? His scheming yesterday already had her on guard enough to not trust that he didn't have some sort of ulterior motive behind this. Davil's intentions in comparison were refreshingly obvious, if eyeroll-inducing. Small wonder Clara completely ignored him. Or perhaps she didn't exactly understand what a blushing teenage boy was thinking, especially without using his brain. Regardless, Clara could handle herself. Not that she would listen to Iraleth at this point, anyway. 

[b]"You realize we do have class soon, yes? I'd prefer to not be late on our first day. Or at all, preferably."[/b] She took another bite of her bread roll, chewing and swallowing while waiting for Clara to finish with Otis. Once she did, Iraleth continued. [b]"If you insist, only if they have takeaway cups."[/b]


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