Cillian was in the library - like he always was - with a book crammed into his face and piles of other books surrounding him at all sides. They were all thick tomes by famous and intelligent authors, and all of them were about Mathematics and technology. Cillian loved everything about those two subjects and being the son of Athena only made him crave for every bit of information more. Sitting at a table with his shoulders hunched and nose in the book he was reading, Cillian paid no attention to everything around him. Not that there were many people in the library. Most of the other students only took whatever they needed and left the place in a hurry. They all thought the short - and very, very old - librarian was scary, but Cillian never thought so. She treated him kindly - or so he liked to think - because of his love for books apparently.
Cillian barely moved even when he heard the loud thud and the librarian's hisses. He just ignored it and continued scanning the pages, translating the words from Greek to English with lightning speed. Flipping the page, his hand reached out to his calculator sitting on the table and punched numbers into it, his eyes darting back and forth between the book and the calculator. He was practicing the art of Mathematics Manipulation, and a mere thud wasn't going to distract him from it. After a minute of rapid reading, calculating and flipping pages, Cillian closed the book and slid it across the table and over its edge. The thick tome fell and landed at the top of the stack of books beside the table which Cillian had created after spending thirty minutes in the library. He moved on to the next book which looked even more thicker and older than the one before. Without hesitating, he flipped it open and began scanning the pages once again.
Cillian finally looked up from his book to raise his eyebrow at the girl who'd dropped her book moments before. "I'm sorry," he said, rolling his eyes from behind his spectacles, sarcasm dripping from his words, "I didn't know my mere flipping would be enough to distract you. Maybe you'd like me to breathe once every five minutes, too? I mean, my breathing is so loud." He then returned to reading his book, not bothering to slow his flipping.He tried not to glance back up at her from in between the stacks of books on the table, but he couldn't help it. She really did look pretty. Like some of his sisters, who were as beautiful as goddesses - and who he'd killed.
Cillian scoffed, turning away from her and back to the pages of his book. He breathed in once and immediately said, "Oh I'm sorry that must have bothered you very much." When he breathed out, he said again, this time with more sarcasm, "Oh look, I can't seem to stop breathing. So maybe you should start dealing with it." He ignored her second comment, slightly embarrassed that she noticed him looking.
"If breathing makes me an asshole, what about fishes? Mice? Shrews? We breathe at twelve to sixteen breaths per minute. Mice breathe at ninety-five to one hundred and sixty breaths per minute. Shrews breathe at one hundred and forty to one hundred and seventy breaths per minute. So mice are - what? - ten times more asshole-ish than I am?" Cillian asked, faking a curious expression as he held his breath. "Oh look, now I'm breathing slower than you are. I guess you're a bigger asshole then." He shot her a sarcastic smile.
"Well, I guess there are more types of people in this world than I thought. There are people who think how you act shows your attitude. Others think that your appearance reflects your attitude, if you look like an asshole, you're an asshole. Then there's you. Who thinks if you flip your pages really quickly, breathe really loudly and is smarter than her, you're an asshole." He said, grinning as if he was proud of himself. "You know, if I were to pick someone to make my decisions, I wouldn't pick you 'cause your judgement clearly sucks." He shook his head, giving her a smug look.
"I'm glad you finally acknowledge your own existence. That's awfully important for something as small as you. I'm sorry the scientists left you out because they thought you were too inferior. But down let that get you down, one day you'll be half as smart as I am and finally be considered a decent being," Cillian gave her a fake sympathetic look which got switched for another grin when he replied to her other remarks, "You're still trying to open the belt of your book - pull it harder, dumbass, you had it on the right side on your first try - so it'd be some time before I start to take you seriously. And is that jealousy I hear? It doesn't mean that because you didn't win the race, they're stupid for holding it."
Cillian sighed, shaking his head. "I was just interpreting whatever you said to be closer to the truth that you meant it to be," he said, faking a disappointed look. "You know, you should really stop using the word stupid. Think of something else. Like, fool. Imbecile. I guess even the word idiot isn't even in your vocabulary." He rolled his eyes. "Yeah and I'm pretty sure I'm using my brain more as I read this advanced stuff while you're still stuck down there."[[ Sorry for the extremely long wait I completely forgot about this. >.< Which classes do Etta take? ]]
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