Itachi looked at the paper, not understanding at first, and then back at the strange young man. Had the kid really thought Itachi was asking him to do work? Or that Itachi would be stupid enough to allow people to invade his personal time?
He had no life. Just personal time. And he certainly had no reason or intent to share it.
So he ignored the scrap of paper and moved around to sit on his desk next to the gargoyle, hands still in his pocket. He was still trying to place his facial structure.
"Do you have any classes in this building?"
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