5th Trial of Cylus, Arc 721
It was just another cold trial in Scalvoris. Nicholas was nursing a mug of hot tea, the fifth in a row, while manning the front desk of Serpent's Remedies. In the last couple of trials, it has been mind-numbing work as there have been only a few customers. Apparently, in the cold seasons, there are far fewer people coming for remedies, ointments, and other products they offered, which leaves the boy with little to do on daily basis. The boy knew he should be lucky that he had a job at all, hearing how many of his course mates had a forced break from theirs. And, maybe, he would be glad, if not for the terrible commute. Nicholas didn't do cold.
You see, before moving to Scalvoris the youngest of Eroberns would spend all cold seasons indoors, it being almost impossible for anyone to get him outside. Similar to a cat, the boy would find warm corners throughout the property to nap, read, or something along those lines. His family had already gotten used to it and while they did make fun of the youngest, no one really bothered him. Now, though, living all alone forced the boy to leave the house even in the coldest of times. Which, to make it clear, he hated. There weren't enough layers in the world to keep him warm.
As he sat behind the front desk, tea in hand, he heard footsteps coming down from the second-floor lab. It was Mark who seemed to be recently woken up from his nap as the man's hair was even messier than usual. The red-haired student made a grumbling noise while speaking,
"I doubt you should be sleeping on the clock. I saw you already napping toxicology lesson." The blond just shrugged, dramatically stretching his limbs and allowing his stiff joints to pop.
"Oh, please, Mr. Inkwell doesn't care while everything is done on time and...Well, we did everything already yesterday. If I make any more ointment for frostbites we will need 60 trial long Cylus to sell it all. Don't be a grump!" That said he snagged Nicholas's mug from his hands, making the red-head pout as he buried himself deeper in the oversized sweater he was wearing. "Make your own! I'm cold."
His colleague just smirked, taking a large gulp before passing the mug back, "Oh please, I can bet that at this point half of your blood is replaced by tea. It's not THAT cold. Especially, here." Nicholas really wanted to object, but it felt like too much work. Plus, it felt like Mark was just using how easy it was to annoy his co-worker at the moment.
"I guess...Still...Cold while getting here..."
To that, there was no answer but a low hum as he slowly walked around the lowly lit room.
"If you say so. You know Mr. Inkwell would be okay if you had taken off during the season. People have done that before." Erobern in reply raised his eyebrows, slowly getting up to put another kettle for tea. "It would be great if I didn't need the money. I have too many interests to be poor." Mark pulled out another mug, setting it next to Erobern's.
"What happened to that rich guy who took you out the last arc? He seemed like a rich cutie." Those were memories Nicholas wished he didn't need to re-visit. Especially, now, when he finally had plenty of spare time.
"Nothing, really. We had a date. I told him I will let the boy know when I'm free...But then I realized I don't have time for cute boys and their dastardly ways, so...Meh! Plus, you have no idea how impressive the guy was. I rather wait for when I have some stable footing. Less panicky." What Nicholas didn't expect was the blond laughing out loud, lightly punching his shoulder. "You're walking gay panic. I doubt it will ever change."