saint dean abandoned me in my time of need, and left me open to three weeks of mockery from that asshole in materials engineering with the tacky blue devil tie.
[ somehow he knew that's what the answer would be. somehow.
(sorry, davor.) ]
yeah, you weren't mean enough the first time he tried it, so he's going to keep trying to get in your pants now. don't worry, he's harmless -- and fragile.
oh good, you can help me suffer through this conference call with langley and manhattan then.
[ the only downside of modern technological advances, as far as boston was concerned, was the demand that you had to be on call to answer emails at basically any time. he was supposed to be enjoying his impromptu vacation at 10:30 that morning. he was, in fact, answering goddamn emails on his goddamn tablet.
the undergrads' questions weren't any trouble; they tended to all be dumb in similar ways, and rohan had blessedly appointed himself teaching assistant. (as a vaguely puzzled, but incredibly patient, saint of an engineering student, he handled the very stupidest questions.) but christina, as some sort of petty revenge, had looped him into a 300-person group email about the merits of differing percentages of silica in ceramics manufacturing for heat resistance—which would be relevant to him in any way, if they were also nanoscale.
if boston looks perturbed when cam arrives, it's because he's out of latte and trying to deal with watching two associate professors drag their respective mothers into an argument about sand.
on the bright side, he's sprawled onto a bench in one sunny corner of the shop, with a decent view of all of the patrons and exits. look, he was thoughtful! he saved cam a seat, and a seat he wouldn't hate to boot. ]
[ the place isn't one cam has personally visited before, which means he isn't automatically fond of the location.
still, boston is easily recognizable, even with his face in a tablet. cam catches his gaze, offers him a nod, and then bypasses him entirely on his way to the counter. he'd skipped his usual cup of coffee when he'd re-checked the address on google maps that morning; now, he orders himself the house blend while looking over the interior of the place—assessing postures and faces, most of them young, probably college students.
when he has a cup (and a slice of coffee cake) in his hands, he maneuvers his way over to the seat boston has so graciously saved him. it's a good one; boston has obviously thought to be considerate today, because it's the exact spot cam would have chosen had he arrived here first.
with another perfunctory glance, cam checks the exits once more before seating himself. his eyes flick to the tablet, then back up again, to boston's face. ]
Students causing trouble?
[ that's usually the correct explanation for that kind of expression. ]
[ boston kicks his feet out of cam's way as he sits down, pulling himself into an upright sitting position. he's dressed down for the occasion in jeans and a t-shirt, although he doesn't quite pass for 21 any more (and thank god for it). he doesn't look up from his tablet quite yet, however, because he's just gotten another email in The Sand Saga, and he's morbidly curious how it all ends. ]
Nah, just adults who should know better. Did you know that a five percent difference in your preferred silica to alumina ratio is worth saying they must've blown the hiring committee to get their job? Because I didn't, until about five minutes ago.
[ welcome to academia.
email (and irritable response to christina) finished, boston shoves his tablet back into his bag—conveniently putting him right in eyesight of cam's coffee cake. ]
You know, you didn't have to get me cake, but I appreciate your thoughtfulness.
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[ 1/??? ] oh my god i'm breaking in your post with this
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[ DONE ] i am so sorry.
CRACKS THE FUCK UP
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am i done texting you? probably, unless you really want me to keep going.
[ BATS EYELASHES no that probably won't work ]
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I'm sorry Duke hurt your feelings. Feel better now?
Try not to drunk text me, either.
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and who the hell else am i supposed to drunk text? i tried richmond, but i think he turned off his phone.
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Smart man.
I'm not sure whether to feel flattered or deeply disturbed.
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oh, come on, it only ever happens during basketball season. (also: flattered.)
DID YOU MISS ME CAM [1/2]
ps ilu.
[ read as: carolina lost. ]
you are my actual favorite at this moment (and all moments)
You still need to come in.
no i think you will find it is YOU who is my favorite
because i'll bring you along if i have to.
♥ ♥ ♥
Don't play hooky, period.
[ don't you have work to do. ]
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don't rat me out to benton and we'll be fine.
[ chapel that is not how you do it. that's not how it works. ]
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This isn't the third grade, Boston. I'm not going to tell on you.
[ he is going to judge you, though. silently. ]
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so you have two options here: you can stay behind and let davor hit on you, or you could... not do that, and follow me around.
[ "options", he says. ]
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You noticed that, huh?
[ not that davor is particularly subtle about it... ]
Yeah, I'll take the second option.
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(sorry, davor.) ]
yeah, you weren't mean enough the first time he tried it, so he's going to keep trying to get in your pants now. don't worry, he's harmless -- and fragile.
oh good, you can help me suffer through this conference call with langley and manhattan then.
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That's not much better. When's the call?
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cheer up, it won't be that bad. you can bring popcorn.
[ because if boston know anything, it's the exact variety of displeased lineface cam is making at his screen right now. ]
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More of a beer guy myself, but I'll be there.
( one, two, skip a few... ninety-nine, a hundred. )
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the undergrads' questions weren't any trouble; they tended to all be dumb in similar ways, and rohan had blessedly appointed himself teaching assistant. (as a vaguely puzzled, but incredibly patient, saint of an engineering student, he handled the very stupidest questions.) but christina, as some sort of petty revenge, had looped him into a 300-person group email about the merits of differing percentages of silica in ceramics manufacturing for heat resistance—which would be relevant to him in any way, if they were also nanoscale.
if boston looks perturbed when cam arrives, it's because he's out of latte and trying to deal with watching two associate professors drag their respective mothers into an argument about sand.
on the bright side, he's sprawled onto a bench in one sunny corner of the shop, with a decent view of all of the patrons and exits. look, he was thoughtful! he saved cam a seat, and a seat he wouldn't hate to boot. ]
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still, boston is easily recognizable, even with his face in a tablet. cam catches his gaze, offers him a nod, and then bypasses him entirely on his way to the counter. he'd skipped his usual cup of coffee when he'd re-checked the address on google maps that morning; now, he orders himself the house blend while looking over the interior of the place—assessing postures and faces, most of them young, probably college students.
when he has a cup (and a slice of coffee cake) in his hands, he maneuvers his way over to the seat boston has so graciously saved him. it's a good one; boston has obviously thought to be considerate today, because it's the exact spot cam would have chosen had he arrived here first.
with another perfunctory glance, cam checks the exits once more before seating himself. his eyes flick to the tablet, then back up again, to boston's face. ]
Students causing trouble?
[ that's usually the correct explanation for that kind of expression. ]
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Nah, just adults who should know better. Did you know that a five percent difference in your preferred silica to alumina ratio is worth saying they must've blown the hiring committee to get their job? Because I didn't, until about five minutes ago.
[ welcome to academia.
email (and irritable response to christina) finished, boston shoves his tablet back into his bag—conveniently putting him right in eyesight of cam's coffee cake. ]
You know, you didn't have to get me cake, but I appreciate your thoughtfulness.
[ boston, no ]
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hey, question, can we get dog flu?
[ ooc: surprise i guess, what's up sid ]