Quirrel is bright enough to stay in the role of the Teacher's spare hand, and that undoubtedly means there's a lot he isn't saying. But the fact remains: small things are cute.
Even if there's a slightly jarring dissonance in the way these particular kids look a little like larger creatures scaled small, which Quirrel is not about to question to the face of Hallownest royalty. This is perhaps also mitigated a little bit by the odd company he keeps.
Whatever is going on underneath the kerchief, Quirrel is plainly endeared by the little ones' enthusiasm. He cups his hand around Pepper's back, loosely, making it very clear he is not the grabbing type, and pets affectionately at their fluff.
For lack of anywhere else to put it, and wanting another hand free, he pins the invoice between his knees and reaches down with his newly-spared hand to do the same for Powder. They're so soft! And small! (And - kind of biologically fascinating, but this is swept neatly aside for the time being.)
After a moment he tilts his head up and offers Ghost a thoughtful look.
"Forgive me, Your Grace, but I haven't been privileged like this in some time. I'm afraid you may have to pry me away with a Nail!" Amused, Quirrel permits himself one question, at least. "I'd heard rumours. How old?" There, that's politely vague and still offers some admittance that he wasn't entirely out of the loop.
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Date: 2023-05-07 11:29 am (UTC)Even if there's a slightly jarring dissonance in the way these particular kids look a little like larger creatures scaled small, which Quirrel is not about to question to the face of Hallownest royalty. This is perhaps also mitigated a little bit by the odd company he keeps.
Whatever is going on underneath the kerchief, Quirrel is plainly endeared by the little ones' enthusiasm. He cups his hand around Pepper's back, loosely, making it very clear he is not the grabbing type, and pets affectionately at their fluff.
For lack of anywhere else to put it, and wanting another hand free, he pins the invoice between his knees and reaches down with his newly-spared hand to do the same for Powder. They're so soft! And small! (And - kind of biologically fascinating, but this is swept neatly aside for the time being.)
After a moment he tilts his head up and offers Ghost a thoughtful look.
"Forgive me, Your Grace, but I haven't been privileged like this in some time. I'm afraid you may have to pry me away with a Nail!" Amused, Quirrel permits himself one question, at least. "I'd heard rumours. How old?" There, that's politely vague and still offers some admittance that he wasn't entirely out of the loop.