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"Ahh, I'm tired."
Zeke let his head fall back against the office chair, addressing the ceiling with the particular exhaustion of a man who had done very little and found even that taxing. His hands came up to cover his face, fingers pressing into his eyes with theatrical weight.
{ What did you do? You talked to ten students. }
"Ten?" He spread two fingers, peering through the gap at the empty air above him. "Did you count the host of angels and gods that want the Winchester boys' heads?"
{ Don't be dramatic. Nox said they wouldn't reach them. }
"And you believe a weak administrator?"
{ I believe in the angelic lineage the children carry. } A pause. { And there's Kenshin. His lineage sits on par with theirs. }
Zeke's hands dropped to his chest. He didn't sit up.
{ Speaking of which — } Zero's voice shifted, taking on the particular cadence of someone who had been waiting for this opening. { — you weren't paying attention when Nox was talking. }
"I was paying attention."
