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College Kills 1x1

"Nah, I'm much more smoothe than reverse Rocky here," He said, gesturing to Aiden's friend before turning towards the library. Books books books. A little boring if you asked him...he'd much rather be making a touchdown or hitting a rave than snoozing after yet another boring novel. Of course, there were still the select few that he actually did enjoy...


"Amiraaaaaa. Where art thouuuu?" He said after pushing the door open to the building and looking around.


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"You need a life," Michael scoffed, striding the few feet over to where the man was working and leaning over to pluck the fork out of his fingers halfway to his mouth to steal a bite of the food. "Gross. Too cheesy," he said as he chewed, making a face, and dropping the fork in front of the student, then pulled his papers away to look at what he was working on. "Jesus Christ, you write small. And so much. No wonder you need glasses," he remarked, pacing back and forth as he read.
 
A book hit the top of Joey's head before Amira took it back into her arms "Quit being so loud, you're in a library." She hissed, referring to his sing-song voice "What do you need?" She asked, usually she would be deeper in the library but she'd only just arrived and had to check some books back in. She eyed the other, curious as to what he possibly could've wanted, hopefully, not anything to do with her friend.


"I- what're you...I need those back." Lucifer said, watching him not only steal his food, but also his notes "That's not the reason I need glasses," he stated, then went on "I need those if I'm going to get anywhere on midterms. What're they to you anyways?" Luci noted, remembering that Micheal had not only not been in second, but his fourth class as well. He waited for the other to give his notes back, not wanting to set him off for the sake of his notes. He prayed the other didn't screw them up.
 
"Ow...." Joey rubbed his head before regaining his former enthusiasm when he remembered what he'd came looking for. Skirting around a pile of books, h stopped directly in front of her and flashed his signature puppy dog face before asking. "I might need your help. You see, I'm sure you know about my party on Friday...and well, I need to get Sarah to come. And I was hoping," he continued, putting an arm around her shoulders dramatically and waving around his other hand. "...I was hoping since you're going - because we're just the best of friends right? Right? Anyway, could you maybe get Sarah to come? " he asked, grinning widely with 'please' written all across his face.


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"Nothing really. In fact, I have this sudden urge to flush them down the toilet..." Michael threw the other man a pointed look before grabbing a pencil from the table. "Or I could help. You're doing it all wrong you know. Just need a little more here, and an indicator over here...underline a few things..." the dark haired man scribbled furiously over his roommate's notes, adding nonsensical words and drawings all over the paper, erasing words and creating sentences such as 'Obama is a Cactus' In place of whatever the correct answer was. Wen he'd finished, the papers ultimately looked like what would would happen when a group of bored middle school students screwed up a Wikipedia page. He smiled smugly, holding out his hand with the papers.
 
Amira blinked, her face completely saying 'You're joking', sadly, she pitied this one. He was as bad as Azazel but at least Azazel and her hadn't had a fallout before hand. She crossed her arms, though, still looking unamused "I suppose- but it's going to be a pain in the ass to do it so you owe me." She said, not that she had anything in mind now but when she did, and she would, Joey would eventually have to pay up- or so help her he'd end up exactly like Azazel, on the ground and dying.


Lucifer blinked. Dear. God. He sat there for a moment, a long, long moment, before he finally spoke up "Ah, yes, excuse me for flushing your bullshit addiction down the drain. Do you know how much fucking trouble that could've gotten us in, you in? And why the fuck are you even in college if that's all you do? Skip classes and get high, yeah, because that's going to get you somewhere. Why don't you go get a dead end job and be a bother somewhere else, waste your money away on drugs and whatever fucking else you're on. Obviously you couldn't care less about your education because you don't show up to class, and I swear the only thing you're good at is math in which- you don't even pay attention in. You sleep. Which, actually, now that I think about it, is probably what you were doing all day today, wasn't it? Go waste your fucking life away somewhere far, far away from me because I don't need some dead beat druggy of a roommate living with me, and furthermore," Luci stood up, grabbing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder before he took his plate, and slammed it right into Micheal's chest smearing Lasagna all over him "you're an asshole." He snatched his notebook from the other and stormed out of the dorm, down the stairs, and headed to the library. Time to fix his now screwed up notes.
 
"You're the greatest!" Jophiel exclaimed, picking her up and spinning her around once, then setting her down quickly after he recalled the earlier incident wit Azazel. He wasn't trying to ruin his favorite shirt by being thrown across a library...he swore the girl must have had super strength or something. "But anyway...I've been wondering. Who's that new transfer? The one who apparently completely embodies the phrase 'Train Wreck?'


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Michael watched the other man leave with an unreadable expression as bits and pieces of lasagna fell from his shirt. He reached for the previously discarded fork, and picked a piece of it off of his chest, wincing at the taste again in his mouth. He snickered as he thought of the note he'd written in the lower left corner of the page, almost covered by a drawing of the Illuminati symbol...


I know I am. - Mike
 
"Mm, not sure, ask Luci, he should know- I heard he rooms with him." Nerds had connections with other nerds and thus, Amira had connection with Lucifer "He's a fucking asshole is who he is, nothing but a drug downing dead beat that by all means should be confined to jail the rest of his life and rot in that cell form withdrawal." Amira watched Lucifer walk right past them, muttering, before disheartening within the library "Ahh, I should go check on that." She said, noticing the absolutely pissed off face on him "Until the party, then." She shrugged, waving at him before hurrying off after Lucifer, much more worried about him than getting Sarah to go to the party and speaking of...She should probably text her "Heyyyy." Amira leaned over tha man's shoulder, frowning when she saw his notes "What is-"


"I hate him. I hate him so, so much. You think they'll switch me roommates? You think if I call the cops they'll take him away?" He looked up at Amira with hope in his eyes, furiously erasing all the marks "Now now. Here." She handed him her note book "It might take a while but since we do have some of the same classes all your notes should be in there."


"Why can't he be more like you?" Lucifer sighed, his silent way of saying thank you while he flipped through her notes, Amira pulled out her phone and started texting Sarah "I don't know...Some people just aren't meant to be saints."
 
"Hey you...are you new?"


"Yes. I guess. Sure," Michael answered, resisting the urge to bang his head against the table. Great. More people. He didn't think anyone would actually bother him at this point, there were so many nasty rumors floating around. Plus, he was on edge after a less than happy ending with the phone call from his uncle. He swore the man had hated him before he ever took a breath in this world, always going on about - well. No. Not a good idea to think about. He'd been trying to write again when he'd felt the tap on his shoulder.


Michael's first instinct was to turn around and snap at whoever it was, but the cheerful freshman girl that had appeared managed to keep him quiet, if only by her expressions. And then she'd talked to him.


Tera moved forward and around the table, taking a seat in front of him and holding out a hand. "I'm Terashiel, but my friends call me Tera," she said, still giving him that 100 watt smile that he nearly had to look away from, not being used to such unexplained happiness. "I'm Michael..." he muttered, not really sure why she'd sat at his table, but not having the energy to complain or tell her to move. Besides, he was almost done with the verse he'd been working on since the day before.


it was quiet for few minutes, while the shorter girl pulled around her bakpack to take a folder out, apparently containing her own art. He glanced over at her, then down at the paper. "You draw...?" He asked, speaking up after a while. He wasn't entirely suprised she was good at it - which, judging by the complexity of the drawing, she was. It was the fact that she could do it at all. Most people around Columbia were focused on the higher professions...unsurprisingly enough for an Ivy League school.


Tera looked up at him, nodding, before pointing to his paper. "And you write?"


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"Why the hell not," Sarah said, looking at her phone in her hand while she waited in the checkout line. Shed been overdue for a good party, ex or no ex, and besides. Her friends were going to be there. If Joey tried anything, shed just tear a leaf from Amira's book and take it to a KO. Of course, shed have to act like she wasn't coming for the rest of the week...can't let the man know shed agreed and make his head even bigger than it already was.
 
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Amira waited, though it practically took all night for Luci to fully fix his notes, and what a pain it was. He thanked Amira for the time if night. She even stayed to help him study once he'd fixed everything. Eventually the two had fallen asleep, glasses pressed painfully into Luci's face and paper sticking to Amira's. The two stayed like that until morning, giving formal goodbyes before heading off to different classes.


Aiden had waited around all night for Azazel to get things figured out. The shattered nose could've called for professional help but Azazel simply shoved some tissues in his nose and called it good. Aiden still wasn't over the fact that the other had gotten him called after school the next day with LightWood. Bloody sub thought he hadn't gotten his work done- a lie. Azazel stole his work. Now he was stuck with makeup because if that bastard. Either way, he escorted the other to his dorm before heading to his own, greeted by Matthias's snoring. He rolled his eyes before flipping into bed. Perusual his sleep schedule was shit and by morning he was regretting everything.
 
'Hmm. So freshmen aren't always the scum of the earth...'


They'd actually held a steady conversation over the period of twenty minutes, he topics ranging from art to literature, to which bands were being inducted into the hall of fame that year. He was Hus same old sarcastically rude self to begin with, but Tera either seemed to just laugh at him and make a comment right back, or just ignore it. So in return, he actually listened to her when she went on to the numerous detailed accounts of interesting things and people shed met or discovered about the last couple of months. Even gave his roommate a name, which was something Jed been curious about to have it but him, but too lazy to actually inquire more than twice. Furthermore, she made him laugh. Which honestly, hadn't happened in a while, and discovering she was in his first period class helped too. They'd parted ways after more coffee and banter later that night, heading to their respective dorms.


Needless to say, Michael did find the strength to get up in the morning, heading to his first period class, motive in mind. Enough wallowing...time to prove both 'Luci' and his sister wrong. Military willpower was useful once in a while, and he found that if he focused on one straight ting or goal he wanted to achieve, he could do it. He decided to not only show up on time to his classes, but outsmart everyone in them too.


After a quick vape session of course. He wasn't stupid enough to go cold turkey.


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"Mmmhhhhh..." Alec groaned as he bent over to scoop up the fallen History text book. Hell on earth...why did he take this class again? Oh right. Because he was aspiring to be an attorney...sheesh. The sheer amount of memorization in the class was killing him, but he managed to hang on, barely with an A, trying to lay a solid base for his 'option 2.' Of course, his first choice for a dream job would be to become...well...a rock star. But his band had broken up at the last possible minute, and his future had looked bleak - which was how he'd ended up here.
 
"Aiden... Aiden. Ai-den." The man growled when he felt his face being poked "Bug off." He groaned, rolling over, pulling a pillow over his head "Your sister is going to be pissed if you don't show up to classes." Matthias said, remembering it was supposed to be his job to get the man up in the mornings but recently he'd been all but failing at that job "I'm skipping today." He muttered, remembering what he had to deal with after classes "You can't avoid it forever."


"Watch me."


"Alright, you can't avoid your sister forever." A long silence hit before he started dragging himself out of bed "Make a coffee run and meet me back in class." He said, Matthias nodded and was off, Aiden lazily got dressed and dragged himself out of the dorm and toward the building that held his class "Good you're up, let's not be late this time yeah?" he looked over to see his sister, he blinked, one eye at a time "Don't do that, are you even awake?" She asked, he grunted "Take that as a no." She mumbled, walking with him to class.


Matthias pushed open the doors of the cafeteria, which really, he didn't like that term. College had a much nicer place to eat and 'Cafeteria' just made you think cold tile and terrible design. This place was anything but. Food court sounded better, at least. He started making the coffee, though he didn't put any creamer in Aiden's. How the man drank straight coffee was beyond him, he tried, it was impossible on his end. He must've learned it from Azazel, and speaking of, the man walked up smacking Matthias on the side of the head "What was-" He started, looking up "Good morning." He said, ah, must've been his way of greeting "Where you headed?" he asked, Matthias shrugged "Literature." He said, picking up the hot coffee cups in his hands. Azazel made a humming noise "I'll tag." He stated, Matthias arched a brow as they walked out "Is that even your first period?" He asked, Azazel shook his head "Does it matter? There's no way that guy can remember who's in his class and who isn't." Matthias thought about it "Fair enough." He said, staring at the man's bandaged nose before they hurried off to class.
 
"HIIIIIIII!!!"


Michael thought he'd been hit with a tornado the second he stepped inside the room - a walking, talking tornado at that...although as soon as he got a good look at her, he realized it was Terashiel who had jumped onto his back, nearly causing him to drop the things he'd been carrying.


"Heya," he managed to croak out underneath the arms that were wrapped around his neck from the back. She giggled, watching hi face turn red, and staying that way even after she let go. He rubbed his neck, more out of embarrassment than soreness, but didn't even get a chance to finish that before his arm was pulled away from his neck as he was yanked across the room and to the seats. He looked to his sister, mouthing the words 'help me,' and Sarah grinned. She loved her bet friend, but...watching Tera latch on to someone else for a while was too funny to miss. She shrugged, and Michael sighed, allowing himself to be dragged to a seat while his sister snickered. It was too early. Just too early...
 
"Here." Matthias set Aiden's coffee down and the man threw his hands up "God. Yes. I would hug you but that'd be gay." He muttered, nearly inhaling the still burning hot drink "Aren't you-" Matthias started but was quickly silenced when a bit of the coffee was 'accidentally' spilled on his ankle. He hissed, seating himself quickly "Right, right, sorry." He said, Azazel snickered behind him, seating himself next to Aiden. Amira, on the other side of Aiden, ignored him when he waved "You should know better Matthias." He said, Matthias narrowed his eyes "Slip of the tongue." He muttered, Azazel smirked "Right, and he had a slip of his hold on the coffee." He said, Aiden rolled his eyes at the two "And you wonder why he doesn't talk to you." He said, watching Azazel tear paper out of a notebook, tear tiny corners of, crumple them up into balls, and throw them at Amira, succeeding in getting paper balls in her hair. He whistled at her, softly, trying to get her to look at him. She did not. Aiden took the privilege of taking the paper out of her hair when it became excess. Azazel didn't seem to stop until the teacher hit the board, starting to talk, he faced forward examining what was being said "Essay?" He looked at Aiden, who started to explain their assignment "Sounds lame." Azazel muttered, Aiden sat there for a second "Do you even have this class?" He whispered, Zel shook his head, Aiden blinked "Oh you're so screwed." He said, Azazel cocked his head, but ignored him when he turned back around.
 
Gabriel had decided to grade the rest of the class's lab work as he waited for Aiden, the large stack looking pretty impenetrable at first, but a good half hour into his work and the pile was dwindling. He didn't know how full time professors even managed to do it. He only had one class, three different times a day and he still ended up with piles on his desk. At least he knew what he was doing.


Coffee had been his lifesaver over the past three days - even if the creamer was damn well near making up half of his cup - because if it wasn't for that, he's end up looking just as zombie-like as some of his students.
 
Aiden dragged his feet, oh he dragged them, hard as he could making marks in the ground and pulling up grass as he did so. Anything to delay this 'student-teacher' meeting. Bullshit. It was student sits around with a bored look on his face, apologizing for things he didn't do, whilst the teacher scolds him, then makes up some lie about how they forgive him and sends him off on his way with make-up work. How...Unappealing. Did this sub even have the right? He wasn't their real teacher, maybe he would just get off with a warning and call it good. Or, maybe Aiden would just have to deal with things himself. He wasn't in the mood, and when he wasn't in the mood things usually ended up...What was good way to put it? Screwy. Yes, that worked well. Aiden did, after all, like to screw with people, and he was all but too curious to see if Gabriel was as easy of a target as the actual teacher was. That said, he pushed open the doors and scurried inside, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
 
Gabriel's green eyes lifted from his paper as he heard the door to the lab open, and he blinked, putting his pen down atop the paper he had formerly been working and placing it to the side. "Ah. Aiden Charlot Foul...nice to meet you. Formally anyway. Call me Gabriel," he said, smiling before looking through a new stack of papers, these ones not yet filled out, and pulled a packet out with Aiden's name on it. "I'm not going to bother asking you why you didn't finish. I know from fairly recent experience that you're either not going to tell me the truth, or you're going to give me some shoddy excuse that just makes the fact that you skipped it worse. So instead, I'm just going to have you do it again. Now," he said, gesturing to the setup on the counter a few feet in front of him to the left, which already had the materials used from the lab set up. He handed over the packet, expecting him to get to work. Any of the other teachers probably would have given the man a zero...but this particular assignment was a fair chunk of their grade. Adding to that knowledge, Gabriel himself had just graduated from Stanford University three years ago, and knew firsthand what a blow that size could do to your grade, even if you were a straight A student.
 
Aiden made a face when Gabriel used his full name, not covering up the displeasure of hearing it aloud, and not even by his sister's voice. That said, he ignored the rest of the man's speech, didn't need it, he wasn't using some 'shoddy' excuse, his friend did take his packet, and he did try to finish it on his own- and for the god damn record, he still failed it due to the fact that the calculations were all wrong near the end, as if Aiden's numbers were just thrown to the side. Sounded like Azazel. Aiden took the packet, muttering a storm of undeniable curses as he turned and headed for the lab. Most of the curses had Azazel's name in their somewhere. Damn that man, he was like a demon, or something close. Then again, Aiden was only halfway better than him. Oh well, didn't matter much now, he just needed to finish what he'd started, even if that meant starting all over again. It was a pain in the ass to say the least, as he worked, but that was only because of the dead silence that hung around. He liked it better when there was a class and conversations to eavesdrop on, or the stupid chitter chatter of upcoming parties that he knew would have campus security running to 'maintain' the peace. Which for their information, never ended well. Someone always ended up getting tackled dog by one of these dogs and for some, some odd unknowable reason, someone always lost a shoe. Weirdos.
 
Michael was in a fair mood today - a.k.a. slightly less douchey when referring to his state compared to his usual devil - may - care demeanor. He was in the quad again. He found he quite liked the open space of the campus. He was native to Manhattan, so the open space was a bit more liberating to him than others that perhaps were not originally from the island. Hell, didn't matter if you were rich or poor in the city - nobody had a god damned lawn. And central park was a joke, honestly, unless you went all the way in - who had time for that?


So he strolled across the green, not really paying attention to where he was walking with his hands in his pockets and his headphones in his ears, which were currently buried underneath a black beanie. He spoke the words to the heat filled rhymes quickly in time under his breath, letting the flames of Eminem's words fuel, and t the same time steady his own emotions. That is, until he walked face first into someone else, nearly falling on his ass to the chilly ground.
 
Azazel blinked, feeling as though something had hit him, but not exactly seeing what it was until- of course, he looked down as saw the other stumbling and trying not to fall. He raised his brows, wondering what the hell they'd been doing not to notice him. Six foot two wearing mostly black when the snow was starting to cover the ground in white. How the fuck did this guy miss him? It didn't much matter and Azazel didn't much care, he was just trying to find the white haired lovely in this mess. Really, he needed to give her something. It was, after all, nearing Christmas, not like College cared. Two weeks to go, midterms incoming, and the stress was high. He'd already made a joke to Alec about the Freshmen breaking down, what with the fights and all, and there were fights. Hell, Azazel had thrown himself into some just for the satisfaction of kicking new years's asses. That aside, he didn't much care for the other that had run into him but knowing that he wasn't, or rather hadn't, fallen on his ass, he turned to think about where Amira could be.
 
Alright. It was reflex...sort of.


Michael huffed, his hands shooting out and shoving the other man in the back as he righted himself, a little annoyed about the face that he'd nearly broken his phones by falling. He supposed he should have been paying more attention to where he was going, however. "What the hell man - oh. Oh you," he said, now with slight interest as he caught sight of the man's face. Azazel...or Sebastian. He'd heard both names used for the school fighter. He looked the type too, with his thick arms and built frame, along with his expression - Michael had to give him credit, he looked as if he could do much much more than 'hold hi own.' Though the other man wasn't afraid, or worried he'd shoved him. "I've heard about you. Beat up some freshman yesterday, did you...think you're a tough motherfucker."
 
Azazel looked over. Oh, god, another one of these guys. He didn't have the time for smart mouthed jackasses who liked to think they were cool with their big talk "No, I don't." He muttered, already diverting his attention, normally he would've given a different answer but this guy? Well, just like he'd heard about him, Azazel had heard about Micheal. One of the few times Amira talked to him, first period this morning, she complained about Luci, whoever the hell that was, and how his notes had been trashed by this guy. He had 'Asshole written all over him' as Amira had worded it, rolling her eyes and turning, hell, she'd spit out Micheal's name like it was the worst of insults. Now, Azazel wasn't one to get influenced, but, it was Amira. Anyone else, and he wouldn't have cared much, but, he did, and he didn't have time to deal with assholes. He had the time to be one, just not the time to roll around with one. Now, then, he'd already checked the library and she wasn't there so...Next best thing was the...Ah, yes. He ignored Micheal and kept walking.
 
"Hey - I wasn't done..."


Any other time, maybe, when Michael wasn't bored and actively looking for something to interest him, would he have left the guy alone. But he was bored out of his mind, and now curious. Even if Azazel ignored him, he wouldn't be talking to a wall. Walls didn't have facial expressions...and the lean brunette could usually tell what a person was thinking straight through expression alone.


"You're pining after that one girl aren't you. The pretty one with the white hair then, yeah? Wonder how long that's been going on. If I were you, I'd change tactics," Michael added as an afterthought, picturing Amira in his mind and piecing the information together as he followed the other man. "Good taste though, I'll give ya that."
 
Azazel glanced down at the other. He wanted an expression to read eh? Well, this one read 'Stop talking'. That, of course, was simply because any other male who talked about Amira always irked Azazel whether he liked it or not, but- what did this guy really know? He was connected to Luci, somehow some way, roommates maybe? Yes, but, other than that and maybe the blonde...Uh, Tera, yeah, Azazel couldn't really think of any other connection this guy had, and obviously, he wouldn't have guessed he was related to Sarah. Either way, Azazel debated whether he really wanted to drag this one along or if he could ditch him by walking around endlessly in loops. While Micheal wasn't annoying persay he was like a splinter in your hand, always pricking you, but easily ignored. Azazel could ignore him for as long as he needed to, he'd find someone more interesting eventually.
 
"You know, it might be easier to get her to like you if you stopped talking her. Or trying to kill anyone else who has the slightest bit of interest. A girl like Amira...you'd have to be a bit more clean cut, don't you think?," Michael went on, ignoring the all too obvious hints he was receiving from the previously mentioned facial expression. He got like this sometimes, he didn't know why. Other peoples problems interested him, and whether they liked it or not, he would often put in his own two cent. Yes, it pissed people off most of the time, but then again, most of the time he was right. Although the way he said it was usually quite blunt, even when it wasn't intended as a dig at whomever he was talking to or about.


"Don't get me wrong, I know you think I'm being a bit hypocritical here. Lucky for you, I'm sober right now, so I know I'm doing it...but I'm not trying to get a girl....I can afford to be a jerk. I may not talk to her directly, but I do share some qualities with my sister. I observe. I think you might know her - or rather I know you do. Sarah."
 
Azazel glanced back, but that was about it. Ahh, so he was related to Sarah then, by blood no less. How...Nice. They certainly shared one characteristic but, Amira once told him if he didn't have anything nice to say don't say it at all and her applied it here for his own well being. He was only half listening to what the other was saying, just a bit, but that didn't mean he was taking into account what he was saying. No, he needed better wording for that, it was like the man was giving him advice he wasn't going to take. Stop talking to her, stop trying to kill anyone who has interest, clean cut? For his information there were scragglier men, at least he kept himself decent. Had Micheal seen the bastards that walked around this campus looking half dead and like it was No Shave November year round? Because if he had he would know this, this is clean cut, or as close as Azazel was going to get which in his opinion- was pretty damn close. Moving on, the last thing Azazel caught was that he observes. Great. Then he could go do his bullshit routine else where, really, this wasn't doing him any service.
 
"Fine, fine, keep ignoring me. But it's just going to be much more interesting when you notice the flip side of your little game of cat and mouse, that you've been in Amira's position all along with someone else. Honestly, its obvious to me, took all of three days to figure that one out. But, none of my business right?" Michael shrugged, and at the same time his phone started to buzz. He pulled it out, read the screen, raised an eyebrow, and dropped it back in his pocket. Looks like he had finally found something better to do. He turned around without another word, heading across campus again, heading past Hill Hall and to the music department.


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"How's it coming, Aiden?"


Gabriel walked back over to the setup and leaned his elbows on the counter, looking at Aiden's experiment and notes as he did so. He'd left for about 25 minutes or so for coffee run number five - bad habit of his - and returned, having finished with the grading from earlier. Barely.


It looked like the student knew what he was doing, fairly well actually, and he could see that the mock evidence had been sorted cleanly with the correct conclusions drawn.
 
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