It's a good thing for the preservation of both their afternoons that Derrica stands. At 'I'd like to hear about it', Laurentius glances briskly up and forgets for a moment to stuff the scroll in his hand back under his arm. But no, he has a list of things he means to accomplish before the day is through. Sitting here in this little office explaining the minutiae of translation work is likely to be something of an imposition on actually accomplishing said labor.
He gathers the rest of his things.
"My time is largely my own. I've joined diplomacy"—Is that an outrageous statement, given the blasé way he'd barreled into her office?—"But one hour is as good for answering correspondence as the next, so whenever you prefer to meet should suit me. Regular or not."
He's scraped himself to his feet at some point in all that, and now absently adjusts the arrangement of his things under his arm.
"In the mean time, I'll see if I can't confirm where a few of those scholars are currently based."
"Please do," comes as Derrica rounds the corner of her desk, drifting back to where he had found her. "Let's say any morning you like, once a week. For now."
They have something to actively dissect together. That warrants gathering more regularly, in Derrica's opinion.
And even if there wasn't something to be worked on, it strikes Derrica as productive to grow more familiar with someone who had volunteered himself to work alongside her.
"Thank you, again," is as good as a dismissal, for all its warmth.
And that seems to be that. With a curt nod, Laurentius takes his heavy book and his scrolls and his general impression—intentional or otherwise—of intense, glowering melancholy from the office. There's work to be done. The length of his stride as he goes suggests that he intends to get to some of it directly.
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He gathers the rest of his things.
"My time is largely my own. I've joined diplomacy"—Is that an outrageous statement, given the blasé way he'd barreled into her office?—"But one hour is as good for answering correspondence as the next, so whenever you prefer to meet should suit me. Regular or not."
He's scraped himself to his feet at some point in all that, and now absently adjusts the arrangement of his things under his arm.
"In the mean time, I'll see if I can't confirm where a few of those scholars are currently based."
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They have something to actively dissect together. That warrants gathering more regularly, in Derrica's opinion.
And even if there wasn't something to be worked on, it strikes Derrica as productive to grow more familiar with someone who had volunteered himself to work alongside her.
"Thank you, again," is as good as a dismissal, for all its warmth.
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And that seems to be that. With a curt nod, Laurentius takes his heavy book and his scrolls and his general impression—intentional or otherwise—of intense, glowering melancholy from the office. There's work to be done. The length of his stride as he goes suggests that he intends to get to some of it directly.