Affinity Chart Update: @keiisho
Usually Shulk liked to study outdoors. Being outdoors helped with his newly acquired wanderlust and he had an open area to pace in if he was stuck on a particularly puzzling part of his research. He wished he was outside now, but the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and he tended to be cold even in the middle of the summer.
He’d thought the coffee shop would be a good compromise; it was a new environment, it was warm, and there was no risk of him disturbing his roommate. The downside was that he was stuck at a table and all that excess energy had to go somewhere. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and continued tapping his foot as he looked down at the books and his blank notes.
Somewhat disturbed by the lack of people who knew what ether was in this city, he’d been trying to figure out the connection between ether and ‘magic.’ It’d been easy to figure out that magic replaced the word for ether in this universe, or he would be dead due to the lack of energy. Not to mention, his healing powers wouldn’t work. However, magic, at least as most people seemed to know it, worked quite a bit differently from his ether in a number of important ways.
When he’d left the university library, his arms had been full of every ‘beginner’s magic’ book he could find. Unfortunately, these books only contained information on how to preform rudimentary spells and not information on how they worked. Shulk hated learning how to do something before learning the mechanics behind it. He also thought of it as quite an irresponsible way to learn a trade. There was a reason he was the only Homs still working in the Weapons Development Lab after all...
As his frustration peaked, he tapped his foot faster and began to quietly mutter about the lack of information in the books. At least, he thought he was being quiet. Apparently fed up with his fidgeting, the woman at the table next to him leaned over and scowled at him. “Do you mind? Some of us came here to relax and all of your moving around is making that hard.”
Shulk felt the tips of his ears turn red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was bothering you... I’ll go now.” He picked up his Monado from where it’d been leaning against the table and slung it across his back, its glow pulsing rapidly in time with his anxious heartbeat. Gathering up his books, he began to walk past the other table next to his own, occupied by a well-dressed man with long dark hair.
