"My head is in danger of breaking." Michal grumbled almost immediately, despite his interest seemingly, and suddenly, elsewhere (counting the invisible dust particles on his own chest). But no; however his chin might be tucked down, his gaze still pressed to watch the young witch out of the corner of his eye. Her presence here was intriguing, as it usually did when their paths crossed by happenstance to create these rare exchanges.
"Apparently," he added, shrugging his shoulders up toward his neck vaguely. Michal waved his hand idly at himself. "Neck, or whatever."
Was it obvious that he still didn't quite understand what was so wrong with him that everyone had spun themselves into a tizzy over? He felt... well, he felt unlike himself and like shit, but that could be explained by a lot of other recent events occurring in his life.
Michal tucked his hand back under his arm, and sat feeling moody for a few seconds. He was very curious as to what she was doing here, but felt that Arista Sykes would not take kindly to a question so open as 'So what's wrong with you?' It was just a feeling. He supposed there didn't have to be anything wrong with her at all, there could be many reasons why she was here...
"I don't think so, but everyone insists..." he trailed off at first, until thinking of a way to as discreetly as possible get some form of answer from her. "So I'm sitting here until my time is over." Michal added in, coyly, a few beats later, "Are you doing the same?"
His brow picked up slightly as he talked, and he found himself leaning toward her to speak freely.
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