Istredd spent a lot of time getting his blackboards ready for the meeting and practicing his speech with the help of Lucifer, Wanda, and Kyle, so eventually it was very easy to prepare for talking to the others. A year ago he would have never thought he'd be throwing any kind of meeting. A year ago he was still avoiding others and had to be pulled out of the library by Lucifer, newly his friend. After decades being the same, it's amazing, what a difference there can be in about fourteen months.
"I know that sometimes we forget to check in, but there's nothing to be sorry about." If there is, Istredd should be sorry too! He tries not to let his students think he forgets about them when they're out of sight, but it can be easy to get distracted by other things in Thorne, especially now as he rises ranks. He's confused by the way Kell is acting, thinking he's done nothing to hold such a conscience.
"It's a fiction book from Nott, a mystery. I don't read fiction and I figured out who did it in the first ten pages, but Lucifer got it for me as a gift, and I promised to attempt to read it." It's just not his style. Istredd is a strictly non-fiction type of person, anyone would know that meeting him. He smiles though, sentimental about Lucifer as he usually is.
"Come sit." He gestures to a chair, since they've set up a little meeting area in his section, everything in the room mostly organized outside of his pile of magical texts. "Is something wrong, Kell?"
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Date: 2023-10-17 07:34 pm (UTC)"I know that sometimes we forget to check in, but there's nothing to be sorry about." If there is, Istredd should be sorry too! He tries not to let his students think he forgets about them when they're out of sight, but it can be easy to get distracted by other things in Thorne, especially now as he rises ranks. He's confused by the way Kell is acting, thinking he's done nothing to hold such a conscience.
"It's a fiction book from Nott, a mystery. I don't read fiction and I figured out who did it in the first ten pages, but Lucifer got it for me as a gift, and I promised to attempt to read it." It's just not his style. Istredd is a strictly non-fiction type of person, anyone would know that meeting him. He smiles though, sentimental about Lucifer as he usually is.
"Come sit." He gestures to a chair, since they've set up a little meeting area in his section, everything in the room mostly organized outside of his pile of magical texts. "Is something wrong, Kell?"