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Standing in line was probably Eris' least favorite thing to do. It was bad enough having to [i]wait[/i], but the longer he had to stand there doing nothing, the more dread built up in his chest. No phone to distract him, either, he was left alone with his thoughts like some kind of poor person who couldn't afford the internet. 

All he could think about was Alderman and how he was probably [i]revving[/i] for this stupid exam. As much as he hated to admit it, Count Benson did hit the nail on the head with the kid's temperament. But he wasn't petty enough to flunk an exam just to get back at him, right? And it wasn't like he had done anything bad to him recently. He barely made a comment during feeding anymore. He didn't acknowledge his existence when he stayed up late talking on the phone for hours two nights ago. No reaction was better than any reaction. They wouldn't be holding hands and skipping through a meadow anytime soon, but it wasn't that far-fetched to think that there was some semblance of a neutral relationship between them.

Right?

[color=ccff99]"I am [i]so[/i] fucked,"[/color] Eris muttered to himself, absolute horror gripping him as he realized it was his turn. The only thing that kept him from turning tail and running in the complete opposite direction was that he'd probably be mocked until the end of time for it. Raising his chin, he stepped forward, burying every single doubt and every single terrible scenario deep, deep down in the depths of his thoughts. [color=ccff99]"Alrighty, hit me with your best shot,"[/color] He told the mage cheerfully, ignoring the screaming going on inside his head.

Honestly, the blindness wasn't so bad. The dizziness he could do without, though. He blinked a few times (as if that would help), squinting once, but nope, no sight. [color=ccff99]"Be a dear and hand me off gently, would you?"[/color] He joked, letting himself be led away as he put on a smile. 

Eventually, they came to a halt--he assumed that his mage was in front of him. He hadn't dropped the smile for a second, but it was clear he was dead inside. [color=ccff99]"Here I am, completely at your mercy. Isn't it great?"[/color] His voice betrayed him at the last word, though he covered it with a much-too-loud laugh. [color=ccff99]"Just give it to me straight, on a scale of one to ten, how screwed am I?"[/color] He asked, grinning.

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[sub][right]Pls be nice [@Scribe of Thoth] I am fragile flower.[/right][/sub]