#sly:zico1

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If he had to partner up with Zicovian at all, Joshua would have much rather it have been without the extra burden of pleasing a hippogriff at the same time. In some ways, he lamented, keeping a steady eye on the one they’d chosen - a pretty champagne that brought to mind the Abraxans his mother had always favoured, albeit significantly smaller, closer to Aethonans - he had the strange suspicion that he was dealing with not one but two beings that would keep his on his toes.

It was not a comforting thought.

Still, he bowed low. His pride, in this case at least, was not worth being the meal of a sharp-taloned creature and Joshua considered himself lucky on every front that while not particularly delighted to have to deal with a strange biped she didn’t know, the hippogriff seemed to accept his presence with little fuss and a nod in return.

Good - he would take what he could get. 

Never let it be said that Jung Eunji isn’t a decent person, the girl thought, strides long and fast as she marched down the corridor. Her lips were pinched in annoyance and her hands - inside the pockets of her robes - were fisted. Did he think he’d be able to pull the slip on her like this? Did he really? She’d set him straight.

A week prior, they’d both been contacted by one of their professors - she’d been requested to tutor him, and he’d been asked to ‘please, Zico, attend the lessons - they’ll really help’. She’d agreed and he had as well (at the time at least). In all honesty, if he’d called it off, she wouldn’t have minded one bit. If he’d even shown up and let her know at the beginning of the session she would have accepted it. Alas, such was not the case - what she interpreted from the situation was that the boy had played her for a fool. After she’d actively colour-coded her notes for it too. Well, she’d just have to make him use them after all then. It was a simply a matter of finding him first.

As it turned out, finding Zico was relatively easy. She credited the ease to the assumption that, perhaps, he thought she wouldn’t put in the effort and would have let him be.

Nope.

She found him amongst a group of people and decidedly not in the library where they were supposed to have met up. Lips pulling into a wide, saccharine-sweet smile, she reached out between the huddle to catch his shoulder. The grip appeared to be casual, but her hand was firm, applying pressure steadily. Being a beater had come in handy after all.