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[fairytaleknight]

What just happened?

As Fakir reaches the Goldkrone smithy, he's thinking it through: I saw Rue. I wanted to ask her what she did to Mytho. I grabbed her by the shoulders.

Fakir holds the doorknob, lost in thought.

Then Duck tried to stop me. And then Mytho was pulling me, and I reached back--

I didn't mean to hit him. But I did. And the whole school saw us.

I don't care what they think of me. I deserve it anyway. I've hurt him before.

Fakir opens the door and walks in before he notices that he's come to Milliways instead of his foster father's house. Good. At least the people here at Milliways don't go to school with him. (With a few exceptions.)

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[herr_bookman]

Autor pours out two new cups of tea and pushes one over.

"That's up to the knight, isn't it?"

[fairytaleknight]

"Is it?"

Only then does Fakir remember who he's talking to. Damn.

Pointedly, he does not drink Autor's tea.

[herr_bookman]

The music student laughs quietly, mostly because of the tea-snubbing.

"You tell me," the boy says, tapping the second book. "There are a lot of knights featured in stories. Tristan and Isolde. Lancelot." The boy glances up. "Lohengrin."

Autor leans back and throws an arm over the booth. "Maybe you could ask him?"

[fairytaleknight]

"I don't need to." Fakir shuts Perceval with a snap, opens the second book.

(He died a long time ago, and he died a failure.)

[herr_bookman]

"Really," Autor says with ill-disguised interest, and the light strikes his glasses when he tilts his head.

"So you do have an opinion on the topic," he says, and blows on his tea. "Hm! There is something buried under all of that bluster after all."

[fairytaleknight]

Fakir's fists clench.

No. No more violence today.

Instead of punching Autor, he says, tightly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

[herr_bookman]

"You are a terrible liar," Autor says lightly.

[fairytaleknight]

"And you are an arrogant buffoon. You know nothing about me."

...but if Autor knows nothing about Fakir, why did he choose those books?

[herr_bookman]

The music student sits back. He smiles, and lifts his teacup in a toast. "Whatever you say, Fakir."

[fairytaleknight]

Fakir lifts the books with his left hand and sweeps his right hand, knocking his teacup off the table. He stands.

"Your books," Fakir says, offering them to Autor. "You should take them." Away. Now.

[herr_bookman]

Autor sets his empty cup on the table and stands fluidly. "I do appreciate that you didn't spill tea on them in your second fit of temper of the day," he says, and gingerly removes the texts from what care Fakir has given them.

"Do respect the importance of narrative, won't you?" the music student says, smirking.

Unfortunately for Fakir, the next time he orders anything from the bar, a list of recommended books will be waiting for him, with a hopefully infuriating sketch of a spilled teacup at the bottom.

[fairytaleknight]

Respect the importance of narrative.

Fakir spends the next hour practicing sword forms by the lake. It takes that long for his fury to begin to fade.

Perhaps thankfully, the Bar is sleeping later when Fakir gets around to ordering food. If Fakir had received Autor's note today, he'd be angry for weeks.