Cullen glances briefly at the sky, to check the sun (and winces, a little, at the light); he looks down at Ci, who is currently happily wriggling on her back in the sawdust (and smiles, a little, despite himself).
"I'll meet you outside the viscount's office at the next bell?"
He doesn't leave in anything other than full armor, and he'd like a chance to wipe off some of the humidity-induced fug.
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Cullen glances briefly at the sky, to check the sun (and winces, a little, at the light); he looks down at Ci, who is currently happily wriggling on her back in the sawdust (and smiles, a little, despite himself).
"I'll meet you outside the viscount's office at the next bell?"
He doesn't leave in anything other than full armor, and he'd like a chance to wipe off some of the humidity-induced fug.