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[ blinks at her attire, lips twitching briefly. then looks around a bit more for the professor, then steps inside the classroom entirely. ]

Visiting my honey. Have you seen her?

[ laughs happily at that, gently pushing his face away with a (thankfully semi-clean) hand. ]

I'm right here, silly!

[ 'oofs' when he's pushed, but bounces back right afterward, the smile finally coming to his face. ]

Then can I stay?

Of course you can. [ takes his hand, giving it a small tug. ] I'm almost done with my last project. Do you want to try?

[ shuffles along, peering at her project when they get to her station. ]

No. Mud and I have a long and ancient feud.

[ pulls an extra stool on over, patting it after she takes a seat on her own. ]

Are you sure? You might be really good at it.

[ settles down & shakes his head. ]

I'm better as a watcher pigeon.

[ giggles at that. ]

Watcher pigeon...

[ & then she starts the wheel again to go back to work. ]

[ leans back a bit as he watches, humming lowly. ]

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo. I'm streetwise. . . I can improvise. . .

[ lets out a small shh at that despite everyone around them talking, working the clay between her hands. ]

What did you do while I slaved away in here?

I slept in the library.

That sounds very productive.

They almost took away my encyclopedia.

[ thinks about lifting a hand to pat his hair, realizing at the last moment that she probably shouldn't. just gives him a pout. ]

My poor baby~

[ leans forward to rub his nose against her shoulder. ]

How will I sleep now, honey.

[ leans over a bit herself, pushing her face into his hair to murmur: ]

Easily. You're right here with me, aren't you? Sleep on my shoulder so I can hear you go puff, wooo.

[ face heats up, making him press it further against her. ]

But I want to turn off the sound effects.

Nooooo don't ever do that, it's so cute!

Unmanly.

[ plants a kiss to the top of his head, turning her attention back to her work. ]

You're always manly to me, darling.

[ shifts & mumbles something, pleased. then turns his gaze toward her project again curiously. ]

Do you paint it too?

[ hums a little in thought, head tilted to the side as she observes her work. ]

Sometimes, but I like it without paint. It looks more natural that way, don't you think?

Maybe. . . But people paint stories on pots.

[ blushes a little, looking the other way. ]

I'm not that good at it yet, so...

[ blinks, genuinely surprised. ]

Oh. [ gives her shoulder a nuzzle. ] It's okay. That's what school's for.