Alaric took a bite of a small cinnamon roll, letting the strong flavor coat his tongue. He was tapping a finger against the table while Arthur was digging into a large meal opposite of him. The boys had finished their remaining classes for the day and decided to grab a little snack. Well, at least one of them did anyway… Alaric licked his lips before grabbing his water.
The atmosphere was peaceful, the scent of various different foods wafted through the air alongside the chatter of excited students discussing their next assignments or dungeon run. The white haired boy shifted slightly, tapping his foot. Alaric looked off, "You know, I wonder..."
Arthur looked up from his meal, "What?"
Alaric turned towards him, "What's so hard about me?"
Arthur blinked, sitting up slightly, tilting his head, a question mark near his head, "What?"
