While the reek of death wasn't what the Nogitsune liked to have around him, he could bear it if need be. His eyes moved over the room, fingertips thrumming out an aimless pattern on the bartop as he drew closer.

"I suppose, but you know it is," he said with an empty smile, a parody of a regular teenager. "Exams and things like that. Have to get the best scores."

The Nogitsune had no real clue how anything was these days, but it had been true back in the early 1900s when it had last been awake. He had never understood the obsession with book learning, could barely read beyond a second grade level himself. While some might think him stupid, he had the sly cunning of an animal.

"You often make diagnoses in the local pub?"