At least Yussa's display manages to get his mind out of the gutter--somewhat paradoxically, given how attractive he finds that elegant bit of magic. After that, Caleb is able to pay attention to what is happening in front of him, drawing a firm line between last night and this morning in his mind. Part of that is that he is legitimately excited about this course. While transmutation is now his primary field of study, there is much about evocation that still interests him, and he has thoughts already on which spell he might choose for the kind of dissection and refinement they'll be doing.
It's almost enough to temper his nerves by the time class ends. Almost. Yussa catches his eye and his stomach flips all over again.
He takes his time packing up, giving the other students time to leave ahead of him. When he glances up to find that he is the only one left, he slings his bag over his shoulder and makes his way down to Yussa at the front of the room.
Though he knows he has technically done nothing wrong, he is still embarrassed, and more than a little concerned about how this might go. His hands twist the strap of his bag. He is wearing his book harness again today, this time with the books, over a plain turtleneck and a flannel shirt that has seen better days, with khakis that fit loosely on his frame. His hair is gathered in a messy bun, and he is very aware of how long it's been since he shaved--not that Yussa seemed to mind that last night. Still, compared to Yussa, sharp and polished, he must look like a slob.
When he is near enough, he dares to meet Yussa's eye again. "I, ah...was not expecting to see you again quite so soon," he says sheepishly, smart enough to keep his voice down.
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It's almost enough to temper his nerves by the time class ends. Almost. Yussa catches his eye and his stomach flips all over again.
He takes his time packing up, giving the other students time to leave ahead of him. When he glances up to find that he is the only one left, he slings his bag over his shoulder and makes his way down to Yussa at the front of the room.
Though he knows he has technically done nothing wrong, he is still embarrassed, and more than a little concerned about how this might go. His hands twist the strap of his bag. He is wearing his book harness again today, this time with the books, over a plain turtleneck and a flannel shirt that has seen better days, with khakis that fit loosely on his frame. His hair is gathered in a messy bun, and he is very aware of how long it's been since he shaved--not that Yussa seemed to mind that last night. Still, compared to Yussa, sharp and polished, he must look like a slob.
When he is near enough, he dares to meet Yussa's eye again. "I, ah...was not expecting to see you again quite so soon," he says sheepishly, smart enough to keep his voice down.