The blush did not fade, instead turning to a flush of alcohol. Aodh's stomach was pleasantly warm. "... my brain is not like others," it was huffed out, "or like yours probably was at eighteen." Or now.
His fingers curled around the glass, looking at the drink before taking a small sip.
"Yeah, I guess," he replied. "I didn't think I'd actually get a full scholarship. I kind of expected to stay in town and go to Rider-Waite." Some part of him was immensely sad that he was leaving, another part scared at the new possibilities, and yet another part looking forward to the chance that he might find something that he really had a passion for.
Like Jaro and his work.
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