"Just browsing," he assures, poking at a few of the tomes nearest to him. By the Gods this stuff is dull. Dull, dull, dull.
"This is really your idea of enjoyable work, then?" He looks at Salvio with a piteous expression, like he'd expected better of the man. A prisoner on loan to shove his nose into old moldy books and re-scribe them into new books that will, eventually, become old moldy books that someone else will have to re-scribe.
The teen snaps his fingers. "Oh, but you needed a lamp, didn't you? Like that one, there?"
Perhaps everyone had merely failed to notice, but there is a lamp on the desk. Flavio has not yet returned, and it seems that Sofia and Tellias are still paying no heed to the newcomer or the lamp. Why should they? It's not like this boy is truly there.
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"This is really your idea of enjoyable work, then?" He looks at Salvio with a piteous expression, like he'd expected better of the man. A prisoner on loan to shove his nose into old moldy books and re-scribe them into new books that will, eventually, become old moldy books that someone else will have to re-scribe.
The teen snaps his fingers. "Oh, but you needed a lamp, didn't you? Like that one, there?"
Perhaps everyone had merely failed to notice, but there is a lamp on the desk. Flavio has not yet returned, and it seems that Sofia and Tellias are still paying no heed to the newcomer or the lamp. Why should they? It's not like this boy is truly there.