After training, Aiden pushed open the door to his dorm and stepped inside, the familiar scent of parchment and ink mixed with the faint metallic tang of Adrian's knife filled the air.
Sevan was already awake- though "awake" might have been an overstatement.
He was sprawled on the floor, surrounded by open books and loose sheets of paper, scribbling furiously in what Aiden could only assume was an assignment due in the distant future. Knowing Sevan, it was probably due in two months, yet he was working on it like it was a life-or-death situation.
"You do realize you have weeks to finish that, right?" Aiden asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall.
Sevan didn't even look up. "And you do realize that if I finish it now, I don't have to deal with it later?"
Aiden let out a short huff, not bothering to argue. Sevan was meticulous to a fault.
