Chapter 2. "They're giving us a vampire instructor?"
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"I don't understand why the first module is a history lesson." Till pouted, twirling his pen between his fingers as he rested his cheek against his other hand with a bored expression.
Noah rolled his light blue eyes as he straightened his pristine notebook and pen on the desk in an odd compulsive action, "Because we're the future, and it's important to learn from the past. Also, Till...it's day one, what have you done to your notebook already?" He raised his eyebrows as he stared down at the desk.
"What do you mean?" Till glanced down at the notebook, it was creased with damp and covered in small doodles of various weapons and more than a few cats, "Ah, the damp, one of the bottles of spirit I brought in leaked a little in the bag, it'll dry out soon." He lifted the notebook from the table and waved it in the air a few times, wafting the smell of alcohol across the table.
