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A simple nod was sent Copernicus' way when the man said he needed just a little more time to unpack. Joseph wasn't at all surprised. He was certain his tent mate had brought his portable office again. Not that anyone was complaining about that; it did come in handy.
The clanging of a bell then sounded, and the pair were both ready to depart the tent. The Rune Studies professor didn't have much to say on the walk over to the mess tent. He, as he was certain his colleague did too, was alright with the momentary silence. The mess hall was sure to be loud, but at least there would be food.
Name tags being sighted didn't cause much of a reaction from him. A bit unnecessary in his opinion since he doubted he'd remember half the names and faces there, but the man was willing to go along with it.
"Evening, Banner," Joseph greeted the Head Curse-Breaker, placing a tag labelled Professor Flamel on his shirt. He looked around for a moment and then sat down at one of the tables.
The nod from his tent mate went unnoticed. No chit chat was made between the two. Malik wasn't interested in getting to know who the man was. Quite frankly, he wasn't here to roast marshmallows or braid hair with anyone. Making friends wasn't necessary as all he wanted was to reap the rewards from the dig and make some bank.
After a meal in the mess tent, apparently. The bell caught his attention and he caught sight of the tent flap going into place. Whoever his tent mate was had already left. Good riddance.
His mind was already plotting. Instead of going to the mess tent, he could just sneak off to the dig site. He knew where it was now. But then his conscious, what little bit of a conscious he had, told him that he wouldn't get very far. Eventually someone would notice he'd be missing and go looking for him.
So, begrudgingly, he casually made his way over to the mess tent. Instantly he was not impressed. Did they have to eat together and socialise? He was a lone wolf kind of guy to be honest. Regardless, he scribbled Malik on a name tag, slapped it onto his chest, and took a seat.
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