[In complete honesty, Erwin thinks he may enjoy their poetry lessons more than Sunny does. It's like a mental retreat for him, a chance to imagine himself in a kinder, gentler world, a world where he could have been a teacher and nothing more. A world that didn't need him to mould himself out of steel and determination, a world that needed poets more than warriors. He looks forward to Sunny's visits, and takes the time to choose the poems carefully, levelling up their difficulty as Sunny's speaking improves. He is always gentle and encouraging, but he's also unrelenting in challenging the boy.]
[They haven't gotten to The Jabberwocky yet, but Erwin has grand plans for when Sunny is ready for that beast.]
[They're done with the lesson now, though, and enjoying some tea when Sunny asks him a question. Erwin tilts his head, intrigued. Sunny doesn't usually offer things like this, and it's piqued his interest.]
Yes, of course.
[Burnt Rice strolls into the kitchen and winds herself around Sunny's ankles. Hello, young friend!]
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[They haven't gotten to The Jabberwocky yet, but Erwin has grand plans for when Sunny is ready for that beast.]
[They're done with the lesson now, though, and enjoying some tea when Sunny asks him a question. Erwin tilts his head, intrigued. Sunny doesn't usually offer things like this, and it's piqued his interest.]
Yes, of course.
[Burnt Rice strolls into the kitchen and winds herself around Sunny's ankles. Hello, young friend!]