He stood a little behind you, arms crossed over his chest like a rock and silently watched as you tried to write hieroglyphs on papyrus, sometimes snorting

"Isfet, are you good for something at least? Write more evenly and correct the hieroglyph "A", it is more direct"

He leaned over your ear, tickling your hair with his breath, peering at the papyrus and waiting for you to complete the task, eventually leaning on the back of your chair, his knuckles pressed tightly against your back

"Write, Neferut, how long can you stall for time?!"