Chapter 307: A Novel Situation
"You’re so mean!"
The human girl complaining up at Kir was dressed from head to toe in robes that absolutely did not suit her tattooed neck whined.
"Yeah, well, you’re the one who ignored all of Lumin’s letters." Kir crossed his arms, his tail coming automatically to his front as he looked at her sternly. Kir was disguised as a wolfkin man in his mid-thirties - about twice his actual age. He’d gone through a lot of trouble to get the disguise perfected after the first iteration of the glamour ring exploded on his hand.
"I didn’t ignore them! I put them away and forgot about them!" Moshui bent slightly and pulled the robe off of herself, pushing it away with her hair of all things. "I don’t need a degree to do what I want. Much less an ’honorary’ one."
They were at a degree-awarding ceremony - which at Kir’s suggestion was also turned into a party. Everyone gathered was either a professor, a guest, or a server - though this being at the Academy, almost all the guests and servers were students.
Kir slightly regretted ambushing Moshui with the honors she’d earned, but Lumin had left him no choice, and he had a solid excuse with Moshui anyway...
"You should have thought about that before revealing you know who I am," he said in a low voice, thoroughly aware she knew that little events like this were important for her to hold the spotlight in his place, since Kir Gale was supposed to be dead and not inventing half the things the city of Norneau now relied on for its economy. "For now, just enjoy the spotlight... Archmage Moshui the Novel."
She let out a long frustrated sound at the newest of her accumulated titles before sniffing the air. "Actually, I’m going to go enjoy the food..." She sniffed again. "I know that smell..."
Kir made sure to have the afterparty catered by her favorite restaurant, The Mouse’s Portion, which specialized in tiny versions of normal food, but mostly baked goods. And in short order, thanks to the boatload of tattoos that covered Moshui from her neck down to her toes, she was gripping dozens of little pastries with strands of hair that she could control as effectively as her own hands.
He, meanwhile, leaned against the wall and chuckled to himself as he watched Kordia walking with her new girlfriend.
Lapins had been a slow-burn romance for the last couple of years, and the fact she’d started to wear her hair and clothes in a more "princely" manner than most princesses made him wonder at once point if she - or perhaps he - might be like him. But Kordia had confirmed that for all her gentlemanly preferences, Lapins was very much cis-gender.