#venefix

Maybe if he ignored the magi’s presence long enough, he’d take the hint and go away. If any of the hundreds of other interruptions in the past few weeks were of any indication however, that was unlikely. Whatever it was that caused the oracle to seek out attention, Koumei wanted no involvement whatsoever. Especially not when Judal could just disappear off to Solomon knows where and pop up again having wreaked havoc upon innocent people (and leave the mess for Kou to clean up). Cue a grumble as he leans over his desk to emphasize that he was hard at work at the moment — which was a terrible lie, but with any luck it would discourage the fallen magi.

takes a bite out of it. “hm. Pretty good.”

Sinbad blinked a little, watching as the magi laid in his lap. He sniffed, smelling the strong scent of peach wine. “Judal? are you drunk?” he asked, placing a hand on his head.

His favorite season out of all of them has to be summer from the fig tree learn its lesson: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts out its leaves, you know that summer is near. The longer days, the hot weather, and the suggestive attire that summer brings. It’s all in good fun.

What does it mean when the guy that makes you mad the most are your two biggest fans.

Worst. Timeout. Ever.