[ Nikolai steps forward and helps himself to a neat pile of books at the top corner of Radomir's desk. Picking up the first one, he turns it over before declaring it uninteresting and replaces it with the second one. It's a book about mechanical engineering; its hardcover is a deep red that looks almost brown, and the corners of the book are worn and bent. ]
But you might not wish to push him any further. Radomir has quite the bite when he finds he has the upper hand. [ He looks at her, smile lopsided. ] And he'll gain the upper hand. He's slippery like that.
[ Radomir returns, his expression pinched and aggravated, but he does his best to perform as a servant of the crown—and one happy to do so. He returns with a thin book the size of Nikolai's forearm and another book as thick as his leg and as small as his palm. ]
Your books… Azata.
[ Radomir holds them out for her to take and inspect. Nikolai keeps his book in his hand as he peers and inspects the titles. ]
Ah. The small one has pretty pictures. I remember that one.
[ Radomir's smile is a grimace. It's clear he's not quite fond of Nikolai the Just. ]
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[ Nikolai steps forward and helps himself to a neat pile of books at the top corner of Radomir's desk. Picking up the first one, he turns it over before declaring it uninteresting and replaces it with the second one. It's a book about mechanical engineering; its hardcover is a deep red that looks almost brown, and the corners of the book are worn and bent. ]
But you might not wish to push him any further. Radomir has quite the bite when he finds he has the upper hand. [ He looks at her, smile lopsided. ] And he'll gain the upper hand. He's slippery like that.
[ Radomir returns, his expression pinched and aggravated, but he does his best to perform as a servant of the crown—and one happy to do so. He returns with a thin book the size of Nikolai's forearm and another book as thick as his leg and as small as his palm. ]
Your books… Azata.
[ Radomir holds them out for her to take and inspect. Nikolai keeps his book in his hand as he peers and inspects the titles. ]
Ah. The small one has pretty pictures. I remember that one.
[ Radomir's smile is a grimace. It's clear he's not quite fond of Nikolai the Just. ]