Kaizen felt something inside him snap.
"HEY! I can hear you! I'm standing right here! And I'm not lost, I signed up for this dumpster fire of a class!"
"Oh, he speaks! And he has a temper! Excellent!"
Mortimer looked genuinely delighted and slammed the flask onto the table dramatically before standing up. He swayed dangerously, like a tower in an earthquake, but somehow managed to strike a dramatic pose.
"Welcome, Tiny Masochist! Welcome to Axiomancy! The only class where the homework makes you cry and the graduation rate is exactly zero!"
He spread his arms wide.
"Now, do you have any wine on you? Or perhaps a small beer? I find my flask is distressingly light."
Kaizen stared at the man. He stared at the drool stain on the S-Rank lapel and the wobbly stance. He turned one hundred and eighty degrees on his heel.
"Nope. I am done with this. I am done with all of this. Goodbye."
He started walking toward the door with determination.
"NO! PLEASE!"
