[Gansey would resemble resent that comment if he could hear it, but he can’t. He can’t hear anything because he has his earbuds in as he enters the gelato shop. Damn millennials always bent over their phones. That’s how he is now, looking either perplexed, disgruntled, or maybe a combination of the two. Surely he is researching his beloved dead Welsh king or trying to defuse a situation among his motley crew, right?
[Wrong. He is trying to figure out a particularly convincing scam email. Why would a Nigerian Prince be trying to send him $6 million dollars? These are the questions that plague Gansey’s mind as he turns a corner and subsequently crashes into Whelk and Kunimi’s table, his earbuds coming dislodged from his phone and sending it skittering across the surface. Whoops!
[His head snaps up to apologize, mind already reeling with how to form the right words in the right way to make it sound genuine. It is genuine, but sometimes people need some extra convincing. Hopefully whoever’s table he just assaulted will be a reasonably patient perso—]
Ah! Mr. Whelk...
[This is incredibly awkward. He hopes he is not asked about why he wasn’t in class on Friday.
[Oh. And he’s with someone. A student? That’s...weird...]
Hi. Sorry. Hello.
[His smile is friendly, but it’s a little hard to put on as convincing of one as he’d like. God, he really hopes he doesn’t ask why he wasn’t in class on Friday.]
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resembleresent that comment if he could hear it, but he can’t. He can’t hear anything because he has his earbuds in as he enters the gelato shop. Damn millennials always bent over their phones. That’s how he is now, looking either perplexed, disgruntled, or maybe a combination of the two. Surely he is researching his beloved dead Welsh king or trying to defuse a situation among his motley crew, right?[Wrong. He is trying to figure out a particularly convincing scam email. Why would a Nigerian Prince be trying to send him $6 million dollars? These are the questions that plague Gansey’s mind as he turns a corner and subsequently crashes into Whelk and Kunimi’s table, his earbuds coming dislodged from his phone and sending it skittering across the surface. Whoops!
[His head snaps up to apologize, mind already reeling with how to form the right words in the right way to make it sound genuine. It is genuine, but sometimes people need some extra convincing. Hopefully whoever’s table he just assaulted will be a reasonably patient perso—]
Ah! Mr. Whelk...
[This is incredibly awkward. He hopes he is not asked about why he wasn’t in class on Friday.
[Oh. And he’s with someone. A student? That’s...weird...]
Hi. Sorry. Hello.
[His smile is friendly, but it’s a little hard to put on as convincing of one as he’d like. God, he really hopes he doesn’t ask why he wasn’t in class on Friday.]