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………. Nope. Not entertaining that. Pulling a second notebook from his coat, resuming without so much as a glance over his shoulder.

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Irritation flickers as he rises from his seat, hands planted atop the table. There. Standing. Happy? “I’m not a child. You don’t need to micromanage me.”

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Emboldened by the offense that cuts through him, Zandik swipes for the stolen book. “That won’t help me sleep, if that’s your concern—“ Tempting as the coffee is, he’s stubborn. Grumpy. And determined to finish his current work.

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

Lying has never been his strong suit. Even with ‘practice’ (though he dreads to call it that), he remains terrible at spinning tales on the spot. Zandik huffs, picking up his pen to tap-tap-tap it against the table. “I’m not attempting to sleep right now… Can’t I finish this first?”

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A pout, fingers inching back towards what he was doing. “I am well aware of my limitations…”

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 08/07/2026

Freezing up like a startled deer, head ducking low to avoid any… further petting. “… Huh?”

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 14/06/2026

As more and more voices fill the room, Zandik retreats inward. He picks at the corners of his nails, leg jittering with an incessant tap, tap, tap of his heel. ‘Friends’ (though, he’s not even sure if he can call the other that— acquaintances? Pity-filled strangers?) ought to endure for each other.

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

"’They?’" Oh, Archons… was he being dragged to some odd potluck? A grimace spreads before he can catch himself, but he plays along all the same. Sighing, he takes the spot beside the other, hands settling in his lap. Ugh. "I’m not very hungry. Waiting isn’t an issue, really…”

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

The momentary eye contact makes his skin crawl, avoidant gaze trailing to the documents. … When was the last time he ate? He hadn’t thought about it in some time, but he didn’t 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 hungry. "Ah, I wouldn’t want to intrude— I can get something down at the markets… But thank you."

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

You keep appearing from thin air… Like some spirit stalking anyone who dares to sneeze.

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

…… Are you some kind of ghost doctor?

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

"… You thought I died?" Says the boy who disappeared for… a while. But in his defense—a round trip to the nation’s edge is difficult! Staring down the other, a small crease in his brow. “I thought you didn’t like stew…”

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

/ Oh I will also be tweaking little labubu’s lore a bit to align w 6.6 later but thats not super relevant to any rp

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

… The social atmosphere of the Akademiya remains dull (and elderly) as ever. He’s secluded himself to a corner in the House of Daena again, claiming the entire length of a table as his own.

𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 06/05/2026

Hunching over the edge of a small stream, pinching at the bridge of his nose as a trickle of red drips into the water below.

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 06/05/2026

/ Daily plaguing dott and zandik with my problems time /silly

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 03/05/2026

Exhaustion is finally winning out after another sleepless night. Slumping in his seat, sprawling across his work documents with a soft snore.

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 03/05/2026

My, what a sight… Fruits arguing while he enjoys a different sort of fruit.

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 02/05/2026

An evil ploy is in the works… Nefariously stalking around the local farmer’s market, eyes trained on the floor as he tries to escape the crowd.

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 28/04/2026

Not-so-subtly slipping a string-bound stack of papers into @ideal-circumstance.bsky.social’s desk before power walking to a random bookshelf.

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ㅤ𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 ㅤ⏾ . @fromthegallows.bsky.social · 21/04/2026

i was just born like this , wish that i could change it four peculiar limbs and a head that doesn't fit

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His head shakes, a wince following the gesture. Bad idea. “Not exactly… Scientific research is secondary in my Darshan.” … that certainly doesn’t stop him from dabbling on his own. Not that anyone needs to know that. Zandik dabs at the mess of crimson with the unsoaked parts of the cloth, -

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At the very least, he’s grateful for his ability to remain perfectly levelheaded — even if that calm was born of… less than desirable past events. “I don’t think so. I checked in case adrenaline was masking something else…” And, even more mercifully, at least the bleeding has slowed to a trickle…

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Red eyes dart warily, his clutch on the ice tightening. He has no way to confirm this odd man’s words but… that Vision has to be for something, surely. With a small wince, he lets up the pressure on his rather-clearly-broken nose, makeshift icepack falling to his lap. “It’s nothing severe…”

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A halfhearted thumbs up, head tipping forward. “‘m fine,” he says, as if rivulets of blood are not coating his chin and teeth. “Just hit my nose funny.”

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Ow. Ow. Hunched over, back pressed to the base of a mossy boulder. Pressing a cloth-wrapped bundle of ice to his face, a spray of red soaking into the fabric scrap.

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Dozing off on the thick branch of a tree…

𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 11/04/2026

A stilted pause, nail digging into the thread until it splits and frays. Not like he can call out the man’s hypocrisy anyway. “My hobbies just happen to intersect— it’s not all academic,” he protests, ruby eyes focusing… just below Alhaitham’s eyes, boring holes into the bridge of his nose. -

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 11/04/2026

His head shakes. “I was just going to work on some things at… home.” … if he can even call his defacto scrapyard and cot ‘home.’ Zandik picks at a loose thread sticking out from his sleeve, eyes cast to the ground. “You don’t need to go out of your way to entertain me, really.”

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 31/03/2026

Sheepish, he rubs at the back of his neck. An odd feeling flutters in his chest, somewhere between regret and… happiness? He clears his throat, head raising to address him properly again. “… Thanks. And sorry again—I, er, didn’t mean to contribute to the irritation.”

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𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 31/03/2026

“Sorry— I’m sorry.” Droops, eyes darting to the side shamefully. A hand waves noncommittally, a weak gesture. “I just wasn’t… aware. Of you also, uh. Yeah.” Very eloquent— befitting of a scholar.

𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠 @veritasabexilio.bsky.social · 29/03/2026

Allow me to extend that grace to you, too. ( A bow, then he’s power walking the other direction. )