The father and daughter pair climbed the stairs. Ash kept both hands on David from behind, hastily pushing him to the eleventh floor quickly so they could finish the test, and she would have more time to play.
Of course, Ash's pushing was more figurative than anything, as David didn't even flinch, the tall and tired man with white hair ascended the steps at his own pace.
"Come on, Dad! Thunog is waiting for us!" She exclaimed, "We could just fly up there! You wanna be on time for dinner, right?"
"Give me a minute, honey. I'm still worn from being chewed out by my students in A-Class, who I think are smarter than I." David sighed as he kept up his pace, "And now I need to mentally prepare myself for Prof. Anderson, it's been decades already, I think we sent letters around when you were born, but I don't know if she ever wrote back."
"Huh? So you don't see her in the faculty room?" Ash asked, recalling how her Dad had already been teaching here for a week.
