[It takes half a minute. It always takes about half a minute when he's in a new place, before Quentin can find the energy to look up and around and when he does, the first thing he sees is Riku giving him a crocked kind of half-smile. The kind that says hey and maybe welcome and Quentin's lips twitches one back. A flash of a small smile before he turns his attention to the speakers and the notes.
There's a lot of new information and the amusement park? Jesus Christ. And yeah, sure, Brakebills isn't the safest place to be, and yeah, the teachers couldn't give two shits about any of them. But still. A killing machine? For kids? That's-- crazy.
He skims the text Riku holds out, mind still too much on everything everyone sleeping had been through, to properly appreciate it. But he still copies down the important points, in between lulls in conversations and in the brief pauses between speakers.]
Do you really believe that? That it's all just a misunderstanding?
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There's a lot of new information and the amusement park? Jesus Christ. And yeah, sure, Brakebills isn't the safest place to be, and yeah, the teachers couldn't give two shits about any of them. But still. A killing machine? For kids? That's-- crazy.
He skims the text Riku holds out, mind still too much on everything everyone sleeping had been through, to properly appreciate it. But he still copies down the important points, in between lulls in conversations and in the brief pauses between speakers.]
Do you really believe that? That it's all just a misunderstanding?