Two hours later, Xavier slouched on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, scrolling through his phone. The coffee table in front of him held a scattered array of textbooks and notes, all of them barely touched. He'd opened his Gate Theory textbook exactly once, read half a page about dimensional resonance patterns, and promptly set it aside.
Calypso sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by her own academic chaos. Her silver hair had escaped its bun entirely, falling in messy waves around her face as she glared at a particularly dense paragraph about Essentia classification.
"This is torture," she moaned, dropping her head onto the open textbook. "Actual torture. I've existed for thousands of years, and I've never been this bored."
Xavier didn't look up from his phone. "Mm-hmm."
"Are you even listening to me?" Calypso lifted her head, pink eyes narrowing. "I'm suffering here, Xavier. Suffering."
"Tragic," he replied, continuing to scroll.
