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"Do you think we'll be professors together someday, Lysandre?" Augustine's voice runs through my ears and pulls me to look towards him, chuckling at his foolish yet such mindful words.
"You know we can't both be professors for the region, Augustine, those are the rules, amour," A sad laugh leaves my lips and my gaze only softens at him, it was both our goals to become the Professor one day, and at the end of the day, only one of us will become it. I pet the sleeping Litleo in my lap, looking down at him, upset.
But that voice of Augustine's pulls me back, like a siren to a sailor, and I can't help but look back up. "If I became Professor, I'd change the rules so we both could be it. Being alone in such a big role seems lonely," He giggles and writes something down in his notebook, something that I don't take the time to read, I'm lost in his eyes and in his words. "But that doesn't answer the idea of my question. Lysandre, would you want to be Professor with me someday?" Augustine smiles up at me, and I melt for him, I truly do, the words leave my mouth before I even think them over, and I don't have to.
"Absolutely."