Who: Cid and Evita What: Tutoring, English Exam is next week! When: Saturday, late afternoon. Where: Evita's room Rating: SFW
Had Cid actually gone to the winter formal, he might still be sleeping. He knew that some students still were. However, Cid had not attended the ball, but that did not mean that he retired early the night before. Once he had realized that Nate had gone to the ball with his strumpet, Cid had stayed up most of the night filled with restless agitation. When he finally lapsed off into sleep, it was not restful. He awoke early and found that he had quite thoroughly messed up his bed. The fitted sheet was tangled up around him while the flat sheet was at the foot of the bed. The bedspread was halfway in the closet and somehow his pillow was under Al's desk.
Cid did not bother to return the room to its rightful order before leaving. He spent the rest of the morning by Al's bed in the infirmary, watching the boy sleep, before sending off a quick email to Cora. He barely remembered that he had scheduled a study session with Evita. As it was, he arrived twenty minutes late and much abashed. He quickly made his way through Raikah house, knowing the way to her room by heart. As usual, her door was open.
Cid poked his head in, calling out, "¡Hola!" [Hello!] and quickly moved to say, "Siento que llego tarde." [Sorry I'm late.] It was a pleasure to feel his native language roll off his tongue, even if it sometimes defeated the purpose of English lessons to speak it.