Atypically, Linhardt encounters the professor in the middle of a strenuous task. His arms are filled with a crate, sealed haphazardly, and chiming with the tink tink tink of finely crafted metals shaped into delicate forms. He’d made it this far without a single person trying to stop his research, and he isn’t about to let the professor to do it either.
Their eyes meet, and that usually means he’ll be stuck into a conversation with the professor, so he quickly tries to distract from the parcel he’s carrying.
❝ Hello, Professor, excuse me, this is exhausting work and I could collapse at any moment, so I really have no time to chit-chat. I’ll see you in lecture tomorrow, byeee... ❞
He skirts around Professor Bereto in a wide arc, careful that the crate doesn’t jostle so as to uncover the top, nor allow Bereto a peek inside. Linhardt’s close enough to his room, that he has no doubt he’ll get away with this.