✜ | Human unkind - Andy & Thomas
A notebook. Check ✔. Five pencils. Check ✔. The big bag that can hold all his stuff and food. Check ✔. A bottle of purified water. Check ✔. Ancient Runes and how to read them Volume 1. Fifth print. Check ✔.
Thomas went over the contents of his big bag that can hold all his stuff and food and was finally sure he got everything (he hoped). Being a bit forgetful, clumsy and messy (he looks at his room which he was able to transform from clean at day one and a big mess of books, papers and clothing at the end of the week) he always was afraid that he was forgetting something. But there was no more time to waste, he had his first ancient runes class and he was running late. Fuck.
Running as fast as he could he made his way to the academy, going right, then left and then up the stairs. The door had just opened by the time he went in and out of breathe he plopped down next to a - somewhat - familiar face. “Hey Andy,” he managed to get out, leaning back as he cursed his inability to run very fast without feeling like he would die. “You also taking ancient runes? I would have taken you more as someone that studies the death of animals or something.” He joked, sort of.