[ fiyero listens, simply listens, to koby as he admonishes him. in fact he just grins in the face of the fact that koby rebuked his offer to carry his books, waggling his eyebrows and rolling his eyes playfully. it's much easier to let koby ramble like this, to let him get all worked up when he as to admit it - fiyero has shown up.

and whether or not koby knows it? fiyero has done his work, if only because it seems important to koby and it would be rude otherwise. he was kicked out of schools for his conduct, not for his work! and so as koby comes back down from his lecture, setting his pen aside and pointing at the article, well -

the very moment koby begins to form the word "okay", fiyero leans across the space and kisses him. he keeps one hand planted on the edge of his own chair set between his spread thighs and the other on the table. the kiss of course will be as needy and messy as koby will allow before any sort of protest happens. but fiyero isn't a total cad. he leans back a little with a self-satisfied smirk. ]

You really shouldn't lecture me before you've done all of your research, you know. Do come by this defensiveness naturally?

[ because just as he finishes the kiss he leans back, reaches into his bag and plops a stack of paper before him. summaries, conjectures, all with cited sources and formatted neatly. ]

Figured you were a paper sort of guy. I have it on a thumb drive, too, if that's better.