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     The first question on Grim's mind would logically be something involving why he knows nothing about Tuition, or why Tuition is outside of the city zones. Instead, the question inside of his head had been; what kind of a bat has a face similar to a foxes? Most bats have more of a large nose that's nearly flat to the head, rather than a muzzle that found be found on animals, such as foxes and wolves.
"Before you bespeak; I'm a Flying Fox bat," interrupted Tuition, who could guess what was on Grim's mind, as such a question was normal for him to be asked. "I still thrive upon fruit, much as any fruit bat, and, my specie's head as merely shaped to, what we've adapted to."
     It took Grim a long moment to adapt to the weird speaking pattern; where has his own words are elongated at points, Tuition's had sudden vocal tone changes and partial pauses, which sounds much more odd in person, than in writing. Grim shook his head before taking his turn to respond.
     "Now why wouuullllddd a bat hide heerrreee....?" he asked, before being pelted with an apple core.
     "You don't need to talk slow to me, I'm more than, capable of hearing you. Also; I'm not hiding. This has always been my home. The university was simply, and abruptly, built AROUND my home. Much as you, they never bothered to glance aweigh, to where bats, such as I, may be. Not that they'd see me anyways; most humans are ill-fitted to see the super natural."

     Grim's breathing paused for a moment from the last comment, unaware that Tuition was peeling an orange with one of his claws and giving the orange to the Prawks, who have swarmed along one of his wings. Super natural; that's not something he ever contemplated Hatters to be. For him, Hatters were natural beings, much as everyone else.
     At the same time, the idea had merit to it; many people were unaware of his existence when relieving people of their suffering in front of a crowd. Also, the aging rate of Hatters were almost non-existent, where as any human friends he had made have long gone passed on in the past. But...he could be considered an Alien or a Ghost within reason. That felt awkward for him to ponder, but he wouldn't have the option for long.
     "I must assume that Bi-trixial is searching for me. No doubt, to have me help once more, and to also pin me, for the wipe out of the Hatters. It matters not; I'll fly on over and let him know that I survived what HE caused." With that, Tuition flapped his impressive wings, sending the Prawks flying back onto Grim, and flew out the window, before Grim could respond. With a deep sigh, Grim grabbed his now spazzy little friends, and began the trudge home, to enjoy the rest of the day off.

     "...me?! How dare you pin such a wipe of our team on ME! It was your job to monitor the discoveries of man!" Bi-trixial shouted at Tuition, who had a good few feet in height over the angry wolf. In fact, Tuition was taller than Grim, which may be hard to believe.
     "You're right; my job IS to monitor the discoveries of man...MADE by man. What THEY stumbled upon, had been plans for a Steam engine, made by the first Engineering Hatter, in which case, is YOUR duty to monitor, considering you keep all the official papers of each, Hatter. A human merely wrote his claim of the design." With that, Tuition walked out of the office with a stride, showing that he knew he was right.
     Bi-trixial was frozen in shock; Tuition was right. Such a blue print should have been within Bi-trixial's home. The fact that it was found elsewhere is his fault...and he dislikes being wrong. It doesn't matter; Tuition had just been reassigned into the group, and will move into the Hatter territory soon enough, to assist the Clockwork Cities, and his role of monitoring mankind.

     "...now I remember why I didn't mind him being sent off and out of the cities..." Bi-trixial uttered while his paw massages as his forehead; having someone as smart as he is, will prove to be a challenge to contend to.

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     The first question on Grim's mind would logically be something involving why he knows nothing about Tuition, or why Tuition is outside of the city zones. Instead, the question inside of his head had been; what kind of a bat has a face similar to a foxes? Most bats have more of a large nose that's nearly flat to the head, rather than a muzzle that found be found on animals, such as foxes and wolves.
"Before you bespeak; I'm a Flying Fox bat," interrupted Tuition, who could guess what was on Grim's mind, as such a question was normal for him to be asked. "I still thrive upon fruit, much as any fruit bat, and, my specie's head as merely shaped to, what we've adapted to."
     It took Grim a long moment to adapt to the weird speaking pattern; where has his own words are elongated at points, Tuition's had sudden vocal tone changes and partial pauses, which sounds much more odd in person, than in writing. Grim shook his head before taking his turn to respond.
     "Now why wouuullllddd a bat hide heerrreee....?" he asked, before being pelted with an apple core.
     "You don't need to talk slow to me, I'm more than, capable of hearing you. Also; I'm not hiding. This has always been my home. The university was simply, and abruptly, built AROUND my home. Much as you, they never bothered to glance aweigh, to where bats, such as I, may be. Not that they'd see me anyways; most humans are ill-fitted to see the super natural."

     Grim's breathing paused for a moment from the last comment, unaware that Tuition was peeling an orange with one of his claws and giving the orange to the Prawks, who have swarmed along one of his wings. Super natural; that's not something he ever contemplated Hatters to be. For him, Hatters were natural beings, much as everyone else.
     At the same time, the idea had merit to it; many people were unaware of his existence when relieving people of their suffering in front of a crowd. Also, the aging rate of Hatters were almost non-existent, where as any human friends he had made have long gone passed on in the past. But...he could be considered an Alien or a Ghost within reason. That felt awkward for him to ponder, but he wouldn't have the option for long.
     "I must assume that Bi-trixial is searching for me. No doubt, to have me help once more, and to also pin me, for the wipe out of the Hatters. It matters not; I'll fly on over and let him know that I survived what HE caused." With that, Tuition flapped his impressive wings, sending the Prawks flying back onto Grim, and flew out the window, before Grim could respond. With a deep sigh, Grim grabbed his now spazzy little friends, and began the trudge home, to enjoy the rest of the day off.

     "...me?! How dare you pin such a wipe of our team on ME! It was your job to monitor the discoveries of man!" Bi-trixial shouted at Tuition, who had a good few feet in height over the angry wolf. In fact, Tuition was taller than Grim, which may be hard to believe.
     "You're right; my job IS to monitor the discoveries of man...MADE by man. What THEY stumbled upon, had been plans for a Steam engine, made by the first Engineering Hatter, in which case, is YOUR duty to monitor, considering you keep all the official papers of each, Hatter. A human merely wrote his claim of the design." With that, Tuition walked out of the office with a stride, showing that he knew he was right.
     Bi-trixial was frozen in shock; Tuition was right. Such a blue print should have been within Bi-trixial's home. The fact that it was found elsewhere is his fault...and he dislikes being wrong. It doesn't matter; Tuition had just been reassigned into the group, and will move into the Hatter territory soon enough, to assist the Clockwork Cities, and his role of monitoring mankind.

     "...now I remember why I didn't mind him being sent off and out of the cities..." Bi-trixial uttered while his paw massages as his forehead; having someone as smart as he is, will prove to be a challenge to contend to.