[ MINT CANDY or FAKE MINT CANDY ]
“Hello Professor~” Comes a call, before a wayward student makes himself known before the other man. A wayward student who only occasionally shows up to class, that is. Still, he cheekily makes no remark of that sort, instead holding a small handful of wrapped candies.
“Care to have a mint? It’ll help with the mountains of food that they’ve put out for tonight!”
To be honest, he has no idea if the other man will pick out the correct candy or not- the two looked about the same.
All the more fun!
“Well, hello, dear student~!”
Truant or not, the fellow is chipper enough, and Azama will take participation (willing or not) over attendance. Still, whether or not for lack of showing his mug in class, the professor doesn’t have as good a read on this student as he might like,
and so trust is in short supply.
“You know what? I would love a mint.”
These candies are, after all, familiar to the monk. Having handed out a few himself over the past few years, welllll… He may not trust the mints, but he’ll take one regardless.
“Thank you-” Azama smiles, plucks up the offering, and in it goes - leaving him to await his fate.
Ah.
“-most kindly,” he finishes, face neutral. He clears his throat. Coughs behind a closed fist.
Free hand fishes out a starfish charm. The smile he wears, as he holds it out to Lewyn, is genuine. “In gratitude… Augh… If you’ll excuse me…”
He wants to go wash out his mouth, really, he does,
but there’s another stop he needs to make, first.
