The being noticed at all was the worst part. The Tailor forced a smile and closed the book in their hand, its pages silent. "All's well, thank you. Unless every class is to take place in an equally secretive location," they added sardonically. "In which case I'll be forced to ask to copy someone else's notes and compare."
(Collaboration. Dear god.)
They examined their companion, their appearance but more particularly their manner of dress and their spectacles, before realizing belatedly it was one they recognized; they'd seen this professor not just across the campus but in the classroom setting. There, however, the professor in question had been standing and lecturing, not seated among the attendants.
The smile, forced as it was, became even a bit more rigid. They had just joked about copying someone else's work to a professor. Class had not even begun, and they were off to a fine start.
"Perhaps we could keep that last bit between ourselves," they added a little weakly.
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-06-10 06:55 pm (UTC)(Collaboration. Dear god.)
They examined their companion, their appearance but more particularly their manner of dress and their spectacles, before realizing belatedly it was one they recognized; they'd seen this professor not just across the campus but in the classroom setting. There, however, the professor in question had been standing and lecturing, not seated among the attendants.
The smile, forced as it was, became even a bit more rigid. They had just joked about copying someone else's work to a professor. Class had not even begun, and they were off to a fine start.
"Perhaps we could keep that last bit between ourselves," they added a little weakly.