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When the Alraune left without conflict, Price was pleasantly surprised. He had been fully prepared to unleash hell on her. A vision of Lily lying on the ground, twitching as electric currents ran through her body flashed through his mind. He ran his finger along the trigger. Perhaps he was even disappointed. With some reluctance, the taser was returned to its place inside his jacket.
He then turned to face his other problem. A problem named Riffael Raffit. He eyed the boy critically, wondering what to do with him. Now that he was aware of the rules, he couldn't kick him out like he had wanted to. He also wasn't in the mood for a confrontation with the Student Council after the recent conflict.
"Master Eric," Raffit began, and Price immediately cut him off. "Price." He corrected, then gestured for him to continue. First name use aside, he could get used to being called 'Master'.
"if it's okay with you, I don't need much space. I don't have too many things anyway. I only need a place to sleep at night, so if I could take a small portion of the room, you could still keep your office. This is already better than what I've gotten used to the last 4 years."
Price blinked, taken aback by the completely subservient attitude. Did the boy not have any pride? Considering that he'd have to share a room with him, however, it suited him just fine. He wouldn't cause problems, interfere with his work, or insist on social interaction. It was exactly what he would have looked for in a Disciplinary Committee member. Whoever his "Master" was, they had trained him well.
He glanced down at the large desk that was occupying the dead center of the room. He was well aware that he wouldn't be able to move it an inch; he had tried it before.
"You have permission to use any space left available in the room, so long as you do not leave a mess." Suddenly aware of the lack of beds in the room, he looked down at the floor. Cold hardwood. He almost felt pity. He added, "Sheets and pillows can be acquired at the Student Residence Department Office down the hall."
He then turned to face his other problem. A problem named Riffael Raffit. He eyed the boy critically, wondering what to do with him. Now that he was aware of the rules, he couldn't kick him out like he had wanted to. He also wasn't in the mood for a confrontation with the Student Council after the recent conflict.
"Master Eric," Raffit began, and Price immediately cut him off. "Price." He corrected, then gestured for him to continue. First name use aside, he could get used to being called 'Master'.
"if it's okay with you, I don't need much space. I don't have too many things anyway. I only need a place to sleep at night, so if I could take a small portion of the room, you could still keep your office. This is already better than what I've gotten used to the last 4 years."
Price blinked, taken aback by the completely subservient attitude. Did the boy not have any pride? Considering that he'd have to share a room with him, however, it suited him just fine. He wouldn't cause problems, interfere with his work, or insist on social interaction. It was exactly what he would have looked for in a Disciplinary Committee member. Whoever his "Master" was, they had trained him well.
He glanced down at the large desk that was occupying the dead center of the room. He was well aware that he wouldn't be able to move it an inch; he had tried it before.
"You have permission to use any space left available in the room, so long as you do not leave a mess." Suddenly aware of the lack of beds in the room, he looked down at the floor. Cold hardwood. He almost felt pity. He added, "Sheets and pillows can be acquired at the Student Residence Department Office down the hall."
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