Winter 58, 507 A.V. Astro sighed. He raised the glass flask to hold it closer to his eyes, but still, the contents remained a murky, disgusting brown, like something you’d see in a privy. The smell was highly reminiscent of that as well. He set the stubborn thing down on the table, as the professor walked by, shaking his head with a dismal look on his wizened face. There were still a few minutes left to go in the class. The practical exam wasn’t officially over yet. But for Astro it was. Defeated once more, he began to disassemble the philtering apparatus. He took the flask and before the professor had a chance to see what he was up to, Astro had dumped the vile contents in the stone basin that served as a sink. There was loud hiss and then a great popping sound, as the contents of the basin went shooting up, showering a few students who were unfortunate enough to be standing close by. A chime later, having cleaned it all up, made his dejected apologies, received a scathing admonishment from the professor – liberally infused with the familiar theme that Astro would do well to just leave the university and go back home – Astro was in the corridor, his leather satchel on his shoulder, contemplating how in the hell he was going to get through the massive amounts of assignments the professor had awarded him in pure vindictive punishment for being such a dumbass. To his right, he saw two of his classmates in conversation. Unsurprisingly, when they saw him, one of them giggled and the other whispered something. He wasn’t too bothered. This had been going on most of his life. He had a thick skin, to go with his thick brain. But he turned to his left, to put distance between himself and the two girls, and he saw one of his victims, loitering there, as if waiting for something, or someone. It was a young man who, as far as Astro could tell, was doing quite well and making super progress in the class. He had also been unfortunate enough to be standing right next to that basin when its contents exploded. Astro had already made a general apology to the four or five students so doused, to a reception of either silence or glares or expletives. He didn’t think this guy was one of the ones who had sworn at him. In any case, as he had to walk right past him, and as he was, truly, sorry to have cause such a mess, Astro made a small nod, and shrugged his massive shoulders. “Hey. Sorry about that, back there.” He gestured with his head towards the door of the classroom. His eyes took in the ugly brown spots spattered across the guy’s shirt. “I – I don’t know if that’s going to wash out. I –I’ll buy you a new one, if it doesn’t.” If he had been back home in Lhavit, any one of his family could have easily fixed the shirt, he was sure. Of course, it would have been to the accompaniment of much eye rolling, exasperated sighs and pained expressions on pinched faces. It was probably just as well he was here. He sighed, gustily. “So – sorry.” Astro was going to walk on past, but a thought occurred to him. “Hey, um, you seem to know what you’re doing – in there. Do you know, the distillation was supposed to clarify the solution right? I wonder how the hell mine turned right back to being so petching gunky? It wasn’t supposed to stink like a sewer, was it?” |