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studyingfearReally, it wasn't even worth listening to which particular infraction had driven his father to the point of actually punishing him. Rufus listened anyway, filing it away under 'things to be more secretive about, perhaps' and then raised his eyebrows all through the description of what, exactly, his punishment would be.
A boarding school? Not on this world?
And he was to go alone?
"What? Not even a token Turk to keep me company?" Rufus asked mildly, glancing at the pamphlet his father had handed him. He'd need more information before deciding how he wanted to handle the school, but it was a start. "How unusual."
His father steepled his hands together and looked at him sharply over his desk. "I’ve been assured that the boarding school has handled students like you before.”
"Oh, I’ll be good as gil," Rufus said honestly. After all, gil was only as good as the person who spent it… "You can count on it."
"You’d better be. Get packing." With that, the President turned back to his paperwork, duties to his son discharged.
As he left, Rufus made sure to look just the right amount of contrite mixed with rebelliousness. After all, he'd just been punished. He shouldn't let his old man think he didn't mind. Inwardly, he was smiling. Four years without the Turks hanging over his shoulders?
Thank you, Father, for this marvelous gift you’ve unwittingly given me.
… Though speaking of Turks hanging over his shoulders… Rufus was far too well practiced to roll his eyes or sigh or do anything like that but, yes, of course. Even now he had a babysitter. One that wanted to be seen by him.
Rufus ignored him. Pointedly. Well, he made it look like it was simply because he was that inobservant, but… no. It was pointedly.
He headed towards his rooms, debating the merits of what to bring with him, and waited for his black-suited shadow to say or do something that might be, even vaguely, interesting.
[NFB. For the shadow, please.]
A boarding school? Not on this world?
And he was to go alone?
"What? Not even a token Turk to keep me company?" Rufus asked mildly, glancing at the pamphlet his father had handed him. He'd need more information before deciding how he wanted to handle the school, but it was a start. "How unusual."
His father steepled his hands together and looked at him sharply over his desk. "I’ve been assured that the boarding school has handled students like you before.”
"Oh, I’ll be good as gil," Rufus said honestly. After all, gil was only as good as the person who spent it… "You can count on it."
"You’d better be. Get packing." With that, the President turned back to his paperwork, duties to his son discharged.
As he left, Rufus made sure to look just the right amount of contrite mixed with rebelliousness. After all, he'd just been punished. He shouldn't let his old man think he didn't mind. Inwardly, he was smiling. Four years without the Turks hanging over his shoulders?
Thank you, Father, for this marvelous gift you’ve unwittingly given me.
… Though speaking of Turks hanging over his shoulders… Rufus was far too well practiced to roll his eyes or sigh or do anything like that but, yes, of course. Even now he had a babysitter. One that wanted to be seen by him.
Rufus ignored him. Pointedly. Well, he made it look like it was simply because he was that inobservant, but… no. It was pointedly.
He headed towards his rooms, debating the merits of what to bring with him, and waited for his black-suited shadow to say or do something that might be, even vaguely, interesting.
[NFB. For the shadow, please.]
