Your intuition is as keen as ever, though I suspect my frequent absence from staff meetings might make that rather obvious.

[ His smile comes easier now, too. Whether it's the fruit or the water itself, the fact that he's loosening up more than usual doesn't go unnoticed by him. A voice in the back of his mind nags at him to go find something to do, but it's far easier to drown out now that he's submerged up to his neck.

Though a moment later he does lift his hands to his hair, pulling lose his braids and his half-ponytail so he can instead pull all of his hair back at once. It's cold as fuck, he doesn't want to catch a cold after getting out of the water because his hair got wet. ]

My master fostered a sense of curiosity in me that isn't easily sated. Even my art is done in the pursuit of leading to even greater discoveries.