Padca didn't really believe in or pray to gods, but at that moment he wished he did. He wanted to pray for the patience necessary to get through this without stabbing this man. Repeatedly. Deep breaths professor, you volunteered to do this, and at the very least you should attempt one lesson.
If it's hopeless, you can kick the vagabond out.
He steeled himself, but Kyran was grating on him already. How was it possible for one person to rub him the wrong way so much??
His face pinched at the nudge, and he shot his 'student' a dark look from behind those glasses.
"I was not done, no, but as I've endeavored to take on a student, I am leaving early. My work is essentially self paced as it is. Though this may have been a mistake for a number of reasons."
It was amazing his ability - to speak sharply and yet so elegantly. The sort of person who could politely insult you. Leading the way briskly through the streets, he was also incredibly adept and graceful at avoiding running into anyone.
"Since you appear to be an invalid, I will provide meals and clothing for a short while. Though I fully expect you to learn some skills and gain yourself a job. If you take advantage of my hospitality, I will return you to the streets without hesitation."
He abruptly stopped and turned, glaring somewhat up at Kyran.
"Do you understand me sir? I will help you, but if you are using it as an easy out, you will find no mercy from me."
"Professor Heis! Here for a nip of supper?"
It appeared Padca had not stopped randomly, for behind him was a stall, and in that stall stood a stout woman with chocolate skin and a kind face. Abruptly Padca turned to address her, a small but surprisingly genuine smile on his face.
"Good evening Mattie. Yes, though today I'll need enough for two, if you wouldn't mind."
'Mattie' gave a hoot of laughter and shook her head.
"No trouble at all darling!"
As she turned to prepare...well, something, as Padca and she seemed to be on a 'regular who orders the same thing' routine, Padca finally returned his attention to Kyran. He pointed up the street a ways, to an area that was known for being home to relatively well-off individuals. It was still in the residential areas, not some noble sector, but then Padca wouldn't have wanted to be around such people anyway. This was quiet enough, and his home was quaint.
"We'll be taking our meal to my home, and then I'll start you on your first lesson."
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