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Haxiil jumped when the door flew open. His eyes widened and he blinked a bit. His hand going to his heart. Blinking a bit and saw a book half fallen off the side of the stage. Getting up he picked it up. Taking it and slowly walked towards D'Artian with it. "Um...is...this...it?" He asked shyly and nervously. Holding it out towards D'Artian.

Haxiil blinked a bit. "I am not sure..." he said softly. He handed the book over. He ran a hand in his hair. "I'd not be strong enough for this class. I couldn't barely get through literature." He said softly. "I needed space so I slipped out while Teloris was sleeping." He frowned. "Is he alright? Senpai Ambrose is sick? I know how that is." He said softly.

Haxiil looked at him. Lowering his arm to himself. He hugged himself. Feeling faint and sank to sitting. His chest stressing as he apparently didn't speak common well enough. D'Artian wasn't understanding. Though as D'Artian spoke it just brought to light how little he could do. Which reminded him that this lack of usefulness or strength for doing things was why his tribe had wanted and tried to kill him several times. He looked down. Silence for a long time.

"I...could not do stage hands either. I am not strong enough. Physically. Nor have enough endrance."

He held his chest.

"I would break easy and I am frail and tire quickly. I can not do much without stressing. I could not be a stage hand as I can barely carry the book from class. Getting there has me exhausted. I am tired from the room to here and all I held was a book from literature class."

His cheeks flushed. Then he blinked and looked at him. Tilting his head.

"I am sure he will find his muse. The gods may have cruel and wicked tempers but they do eventually work things for better. Unless one has lost their graces but even then rarely are the gods weaving tales for the worst of mankind and especially not one of their own."

He panted from talking a bit. Looking up at him. Blushing.

"I wish to learn lots of things but I am a different type of sick then Senpai Ambrose. Mine is incurable but I still smile and live for the morrow. I know how useless I am and I couldn't even be useful as a stage hand."

Haxiil jumped and flushed slightly. Looking up at him. Tilting his head a bit. His chest rising and falling as he listened to him. Looking up at the male as he felt at ease. His eyes turned starry eyed from happiness and for once feeling he wouldn't be a hinderence. He opened his lips but couldn't think of anything. He nodded his head. For a long time silent.

"Shy not read out..."

He stammered a bit. He struggled for those few words. He lookedat him and hugged him shyly in thanks. Pulling back and looked up at him with happiness and gratefulness. He couldn't find words. That was the best news he heard. Nodding his head in agreement.

Haxiil thought he saw the ghost of a smile. He smiled a bit. He struggled to stand up. "Alright. I will...try to." he said. He moved to pick up his book and sunk down again. He was tired. "Arent' you late for a class D'Artian? You came in looking for that book."

Haxiil looked at him. Blinking a bit. "oh. Okay." He said. Taking the hand shakily. "Could...I go with and watch?" He asked shyly. He wanted to see and maybe he could learn something. Plus brother was sleeping so he didn't wish to upset his brother by some strange guy walking him back. He loved his brother and his protectiveness but sometimes it was suffocating so he slipped away when he could.

~at first but near the end of post~

~at the end minus coat~

Haxiil used the second hand to steady himself. He shivered a lot as he was cold. He coughed a bit. He smiled again. "I would like that. I like to learn new things." He said weakly. His hair suddenly grew out like weeds. He blushed. "Sorry...its been a bit since Toleris cut my hair." He said shyly. He smiled a bit. "I can't wait. Yes...lead the way D'Artian." He said tiredly.

~without coat~

Haxiil flushed as D'Artian smiled at his hair length. Following him shyly.

(exit with D'Artian)