[Watanuki could understand those gestures, even if he didn't understand why they're there at first. So he raised an eyebrow in a silent question of "why?", but he ultimately did what Merlin showed him. He sat down nearby, trying to match the way the priest was sitting, and he listened.
...or, he tried to. But the only sound was the sound of the brush on paper, crafting talismans with precision and regularity. The pattern of brush, turn, brush, turn, it became a regular rhythm that flowed like a heartbeat. It was a bit dull, but he still persisted in listening, because he had been instructed to do so and it wasn't so dull that he couldn't handle it. Though if he had been awake, he may have fallen asleep again.
Watanuki would be patient and last for the rest of the night, until wakefulness dragged him back to consciousness.]
Huh. What a weird dream.
[Then he got dressed and went looking for Merlin, not even aware of the fact that he had already had a lesson.]
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...or, he tried to. But the only sound was the sound of the brush on paper, crafting talismans with precision and regularity. The pattern of brush, turn, brush, turn, it became a regular rhythm that flowed like a heartbeat. It was a bit dull, but he still persisted in listening, because he had been instructed to do so and it wasn't so dull that he couldn't handle it. Though if he had been awake, he may have fallen asleep again.
Watanuki would be patient and last for the rest of the night, until wakefulness dragged him back to consciousness.]
Huh. What a weird dream.
[Then he got dressed and went looking for Merlin, not even aware of the fact that he had already had a lesson.]