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Face only acted like a slacker who was more concerned with napping than anything else, okay, he genuinely liked the naps, but still, so while it was unusual for him to be not only awake but actually working behind the desk it wasn't anything to be worried about.

Or was it?

No, no it wasn't.

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Face sighed and rubbed his eyes. "It's my flight school application," he said. "Well, closer to enrolment, since the only thing they're going to check is my credit and my health, and they're both fine."

"Ah."

And now Cassandra wished she hadn't-- well, that was not true. Precious little was gained by ignoring reality. "I see," she said.

It wasn't ignoring it, it was only letting it selectively intrude.

"It's not like I'm even submitting it for months yet," he said. "I just figure I wouldn't have to waste time thinking about it if it was already done."

"That seems reasonable," Cassandra said, settling some. "You will remain here for the summer?"

"Planning on it," Face replied. "No point in rushing anything."

"Good," Cassandra said quietly. "We will have to make the best of the time you are still spending here."

Face gave her the saddest eyes possible. "Actually I was planning on descending into a pit of angst."

"You would look perfectly tragic doing so, I'm sure."

"I can't decide whether I'm going to wear all black or rend my clothes in despair."

[Dear self, it helps to click the post button.]

"You could rend your all-black clothes," Cassandra said dryly. "It would certainly get your message across."

"The message about how angsty and deep I am?"

"Yes," Cassandra said. "And perhaps you should add a veil, while you are being completely ridiculous."

Don't give him ideas, Cass.

"Wait, are veils angsty now?"

"People wear them at funerals, do they not?"

"I don't know, I've never been to a non-fictional one." Enjoy that feeling while it lasts, Face.

"They do in the fictional funerals," Cassandra mused. "It would not harm your cause, at least."

"I'm beginning to think you're not taking my pain seriously."

You think, Face?

"You would be correct," Cassandra said dryly.

Face clutched a hand to his chest. "You wound me, madam."

"No, if I wounded you, you would feel it," Cassandra said. Which was true. There'd be bleeding! "You could, of course, simply drop this madness and agree to spend more time enjoying ourselves."

That she was the one to bring this up, man.

It was sad how Cass had no love for melodrama. Truly tragic. Face made a show of sighing. "If you insist."

"I do," Cassandra said mildly. "And so I will take you to lunch."

Face grinned. "You know how much I enoy having lunch with you." Especially when having lunch seemed to involve a large amount of finding excuses to make out with her.

Now that was presumptuous, Garik.

"Thai food?" she suggested, offering him an arm.

It was making the most of their time together.

"Sounds good to me." Face stood and took the offered arm.

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