↳𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝! [𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 & 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏. 𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎]
“Oh, hey hey, nothin’ to apologize for—honest! It’s real sweet of you to check-in even if there’s nothin’ to worry about,” Raphael concludes, and shelves the Professor’s concern without a second thought spared to it. At least, regarding his own portions.
On the subject of Azelle’s, he’s a little too fascinated to let it go immediately: “It’s too bad that you get sick if you have too much good food, though! Guess there really is too much of a good thing, but sheesh! Rough one to have to pace yourself about it… But, hey! If you took too much then I can finish up what you don’t want, but…—”
Raphael still eyes the plate in front of Professor Azelle with uncertainty, or maybe it’s more—disbelief. It’s barely more than a few good, hearty bites!
“—Well, I hope you can finish that! Otherwise maybe you should think about goin’ to see Professor Manuela or somethin’, maybe it’s a stomach bug!”
The chatter is offered lightly, no more than base, observational rambling as Raphael tucks into his own meal eagerly. Technically, this is seconds, so, he can’t help but laugh at the follow-up that comes from the Professor seated across.
“Gotta eat big to train big, right? I’d get all weak and woozy if I didn’t give myself enough fuel to power through all those workouts, and then where’d I be!? Learnin’ stuff in the classroom makes me all sluggish and sleepy, too, so I gotta stock up a bunch before hitting the training grounds again after lectures…” Perish the thought of a moment less spent in the training grounds, really. Classroom learning still is… A work in progress, but at least Raphael can always find his footing in the training grounds tiled pitch.
A beat, then Raphael grins across, “You should come and train with me sometime!”
Raphael’s reassurance is met with a slightly wider smile on Azelle’s end. He feels relief - good, he did not offend one of his students immediately upon meeting them, which is a start.
It would seem that the portion the Mage has taken for himself and deemed satisfactory for his needs is almost something of a curious phenomenon for the student, who continues to inquire about and comment on it. The Velthomer, aside from slight embarrassment, is of course unbothered and accepting of the interest; if what Raphael is gobbling up is what he consumes regularly, then it only follows that the amount Azelle is eating probably seems nearly impossible to survive off of for him.
“It’s alright, I appreciate your concern.” The offer of finishing his leftovers prompts a quiet chuckle from the redhead. “Hah, I’ll consider it, though I should probably try to at least eat this.”
“... I might consult her to ask for some advice, perhaps”, he continues when the blond brings up Professor Manuela. “But it’s mostly because I’ve been eating little for some years, now... So my body’s used to it.” He pauses to think for a moment, as well as swallow another bite of his food. “I probably just need to eat more regularly, and then it’ll get better.”
He smiles as he eats while Raphael muses about lectures and training. If he were to think in stereotypes, he would likely assume or guess that this guy in particular is not very fond of theory and studying; it would appear that, at least this once, expectations match reality. Hopefully this does not mean that Azelle’s lectures are too boring or difficult. “I see. Well... Do let me know if there’s something I can help you with. Maybe I’ll find a way to make it easier and less tedious.”
(He is, after all, this guy’s Professor. He should, for the love of Naga, act like it.)
“... As for training”, he cannot help but let out a slightly louder, sheepish burst of laughter. “I think you might snap my back by accident, to be honest. I’d barely serve you as a weight to lift, I fear. But... if you need some assistance I can offer or a few pointers, I can accompany you.”
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