Calibri stopped short, feet skidding to a halt beside each other right on the brink of the entranceway, toes of his feet inside, the heels still in the hallway. It wasn't that the sight of Garamond had surprised him - in fact, it took a second for him to even spot the man in the professor's usual seat, regardless of how big his frame was. It was simply that uncommon that such a question would be directed at him (and it had to have been, considering there was probably no one else on the campus within a quarter-mile radius).
The students of Eldabaran Gracia were renowned for their focus and perseverance in undergoing its infamously strict curriculum. Its graduates commonly moved on to greater things worth boasting about, whether it be politics or medicine or hyperdimensional science. That intelligence meant that they knew when to take advantage of a rare school year break and almost all of them had long since flown off to their home planets once their last class had ended - most of them, at least. Calibri was still very obviously here.
The students of Eldabaran Gracia also happened to have another thing in common: most of them seemed to stay away from the curious boy with chemical-burned hands and an odd, icy disposition. Neither interested in politics or networking, Calibri obviously had made no effort to get to know his fellow students and those that had worked with him out of classroom necessity hadn't required long before noticing his unsettling fascination with all things deadly. As children of the educated elite, they were taught to tolerate all cultures and races but toleration was one thing and friendliness was another - not that Calibri made any effort to correct the situation.
Calibri took a moment to quietly survey his situation - empty classroom, empty hallway, and one familiar face sitting in his professor's chair, distinctly out of place. Staying where he was, Calibri lowered his hand from the doorframe and quietly canted his head barely five degrees to the left as he frowned - a calculated gesture of slight bewilderment. He couldn't think of a possible reason as to why Victor Garamond would be here with his feet on the table (contaminating the work space), asking his age.
"Eighteen, two months and fourteen days," Calibri answered shortly, scanning the room once again for a clue.
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The students of Eldabaran Gracia were renowned for their focus and perseverance in undergoing its infamously strict curriculum. Its graduates commonly moved on to greater things worth boasting about, whether it be politics or medicine or hyperdimensional science. That intelligence meant that they knew when to take advantage of a rare school year break and almost all of them had long since flown off to their home planets once their last class had ended - most of them, at least. Calibri was still very obviously here.
The students of Eldabaran Gracia also happened to have another thing in common: most of them seemed to stay away from the curious boy with chemical-burned hands and an odd, icy disposition. Neither interested in politics or networking, Calibri obviously had made no effort to get to know his fellow students and those that had worked with him out of classroom necessity hadn't required long before noticing his unsettling fascination with all things deadly. As children of the educated elite, they were taught to tolerate all cultures and races but toleration was one thing and friendliness was another - not that Calibri made any effort to correct the situation.
Calibri took a moment to quietly survey his situation - empty classroom, empty hallway, and one familiar face sitting in his professor's chair, distinctly out of place. Staying where he was, Calibri lowered his hand from the doorframe and quietly canted his head barely five degrees to the left as he frowned - a calculated gesture of slight bewilderment. He couldn't think of a possible reason as to why Victor Garamond would be here with his feet on the table (contaminating the work space), asking his age.
"Eighteen, two months and fourteen days," Calibri answered shortly, scanning the room once again for a clue.