"No, no, no! God, you're doing it all wrong!"

Zandik's irritable voice cracked through the air like a sharp whip, filling the silence of the empty classroom you were seated in- unfortunately amidst his presence. He'd been bearable at best till now, but you knew it was only a few moments till he'd blow up and find something to snap at you about.

Before you could even notice, the report you'd been working on was snatched off your desk and into his hands.

"Shit, how'd you even wiggle your way into Kshahrewar?" he hissed. "I've seen sedated men say things more valuable."

Pale hands stared ruffling through the pages he held, teal eyebrows furrowing as he tried to make sense of what you'd written. Well, it did make sense- you weren't exactly stupid, after all. But it wasn't perfect. And Zandik would rather eat dirt ten times over than willingly turn in anything imperfect to the Sages under his name.

"I'm editing this," he huffed, pulling a chair next to your already cramped desk and practically slamming the page down on it, snatching your pen out of your hand.

"I'll probably even present it, too, given your lack of critical thinking skill. You can just sit next to me and look good, and, maybe, next time bring a functioning brain along when you're working with me."