Yes, well, unfortunately only students, staff, alumni who are paid up on a library fee, or guests escorted by one of the previous are permitted in the library, they're going to have to ask him to leave.

Oh, okay. He thanks them anyway, and goes...

Somewhere. High above, probably, to mope for a bit.

The birds must recognize him by now. They don't squawk and careen out of his way when he's on the way up anymore.

Terel wakes up still in a bad mood, and hugs Sadde briefly but nothing more than that before marching off to class.

Auuugghhhh.

Didn't he have more things to do to become a full citizen, involving Terel somehow?

Yes... Terel and he need to both be at the ward office and sign some more papers and make oaths in front of a judge. And he won't be a full citizen, per se, but a sponsored fair folk immigrant citizen.

He gets a call from his mermaid friend during the middle of the day, who proceeds to ramble about music at him for a while.

Terel's mood slowly improves through the day, and Sadde gets an I-have-vague-sorry-ish-feelings kiss when he's done with the last class.

Hey, guess who continues to feel like absolute crap regardless? It's Sadde!

"So, at some point we should go to Windvale so I can become a not-quite-citizen, probably," he mentions, somewhat meekly, but otherwise trying not to let on that he feels completely irrationally crushed, because the only thing worse than Terel feeling bad is Terel feeling bad because of him.

"I'm mostly over it. It was a lot of being irrationally jealous and then feeling irrationally pressured by the apparent awesomeness of being a vankire and panicking slightly. I want to turn after this semester is over, if we can secure a promise to let us into the grad program whenever I feel ready."

"—you're mostly over me becoming a citizen?" he asks, one corner of his mouth twitching up a little.

"No, that all was referring to how you are so clearly still upset by my mood, which is kind of a circular problem since you being sad because of me was also making me frustrated and resentful and hopefully saying this shuts off that little negative feedback loop."

"Yeah," he sighs. "I'm sorry. It's—I'm definitely still not used to how intense feelings about you are, even when compared to everything else. Have a harder time getting them under control."

"Well, I think we can do the citizenship at the local ward, if so we can take care of that now...?"

"Sure thing, love," he says, and does not take Terel's hand for not wholly rational reasons.

Well, here they are at the government office, and yes they can finalize the sponsored citizenship here so long as Sadde fetches various pieces of paperwork they have accumulated during this process.

Sure, paperwork is fetch'd.

And things are signed and wait here and appear before the Important Official and Terel officially promises to account for illegal things that Sadde does and here is an official ID card.

Wheee official ID card!

"Is this it, then?"

Sadde will need to report any and all money they are making through the appropriate channels, of course, here is some confusing and poorly organized documentation from the tax office.

Will he need to report money he's already made?

Maaaaybe. Depending on how you interpret this, or this, or this, or that.

Probably safest to hire a certified accountant and err on the side of paying when you might get away with not.

Yeah he thinks he'll want to do that, what does Terel think?

"Yeah, definitely don't risk crossing the king when it comes to taxes."

"Although there is a prophecy about a king getting mad at me, could be this king. Of course, that just means I'm going to make it hard for him to get mad, let him find a very good and convoluted reason instead of something silly like taxes."

"Ugh, prophecy..."

He shrugs. "Yeah, let's not worry. Think there's a good accountant hereabouts?"

"There's a public registry of accredited ones."