@skyspireclan have a big dork
Jebel sat back in his chair, frowning down at his parchment. “Sakkhet?” he called. The archivist glanced up from her own writing, eyebrows raised. “How do you spell ‘conversationalist’?”
She blinked, then spelled it out, waiting as he copied it down. “What exactly are you writing, there?” she asked, peering over her glasses as if she could read it from her desk across the room.
Jebel took a moment to blow on the ink before carefully folding the note, taking his sweet time about it. “A note,” he said shortly, not meeting her eyes.
“A note?” she repeated, incredulous. “To whom? Doesn’t everyone you know live here?”
“Everyone I’d want to speak to,” he muttered. And then, still under his breath, “It’s to Finch.”
Sakkhet laughed. “That boy from the Sky Spire Clan? Isn’t he some sort of nobility? Not that he’s above you or anything like that,” she hurried to add. “I just didn’t think…”
“Neither did I,” Jebel said, shaking his head. “He started it, asking about things to do around the city. What was I to do, ignore him?”
“He asked you?” Sakkhet said, amused again. “I’ve never seen you anywhere but your room, a build site, or here.”
“That’s because you’re never anywhere but here,” Jebel said, deadpan. “And I doubt he knows anyone else here. Who was he going to ask, Romar?”
“Oh, hush,” Sakkhet said, then brightened. “Did you tell him to come here? That was him, yesterday, wasn’t it - with all the piercings? He’s quite handsome, isn’t he?” she said slyly.
“Yes,” Jebel said, then flushed. “I mean, yes, I told him to come here.”
“Hmm,” Sakkhet said, resting her chin in her hands and smiling archly at him. “Interesting.”
“I think I had better get this to Finch,” Jebel said, grabbing his note and making for the door.
“Yes, I think you had better do that,” Sakkhet said, grinning.
