Autor never thought he would have to make any specifications when the library asked if he wanted to be on their roster of tutors. But this...
"No ducks," the music student says, adjusting his glasses.
"No ducks?" Fakir repeats, looking to his companion on his shoulder.
"I'm allergic to birds. If you want my help, that-"
"She," Fakir corrects.
"Fine, she has to go."
Duck gives Fakir a reassuring pat with her wing. He glares at Autor before mumbling, "I'll meet you at the pond later."
She flutters down to the floor, departing for the door. Autor clears his throat and, despite his desire to ask how Fakir managed to train a duck so well, quells his questions in favor of passing a handkerchief to Fakir.
"She's clean," the danseur-turned-writer states, eyes narrowed.
"Do you want me to tutor you or not?" Autor presses.
Fakir scowls but takes the handkerchief and wipes the shoulder of his blazer. He offers it back but Autor holds up his hand in refusal.
"Keep it. Now, what do you need help with?"
"Hn. I'm doing a project on fairy tales and need some information on The Prince and the Raven."
But Autor's next words send a jolt of budding realization through Fakir.
"Which version?"