The Magic Engineering Tower.
Warm golden light from the overhead lamps illuminated rows of tables cluttered with gears, screws, and half-finished contraptions.
Elias sat at one of these tables.
His blue hair tousled and streaked with soot.
His fingers deftly tightening a screw on a small metal frame.
Roselyn stood across from him, arms folded.
Her eyes flickering between Elias and the project on the table.
Her usually vibrant aura was clouded with an air of exasperation, though she did her best to mask it behind a pout.
"Elias..."
She started, leaning slightly forward.
"...I've been thinking. We should form a team for the mid-terms."
Without looking up, Elias replied, his tone casual.
"I already got teammates."
Roselyn blinked
"You what?"
"I already joined a team."
He repeated, twisting a screwdriver into place.
Her pout deepened, and she crossed her arms tighter, as if to contain her frustration.
"Fine, then. Whatever."
