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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 1:26 pm
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Four days a month, hm? Well, that was just making it easier for him to diagnose. Four days a month could really only mean one thing... He chewed on his lip, only half-hearing what Alistair said, but he still heard it. His lips turned into a smile and he cocked his head to the side to let his eyes roll to the others face. He pat the others leg and stood. He was shorter than the other man, but didn't seem bothered by it. "Well, since you know this town better than I do, you let me know where and when. And your address. I have GPS on this damn phone," he stated, whipping it out and holding it out.
It was a nice cellphone-- why did he need directions to a hotel if he had GPS?
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 2:30 pm
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"Well damn. Looking like an idiot's all I know how to do," he stated, snapping his fingers. That... that was sarcasm. His tone dripped in it like venom from a snake's fang. He took a quick glance at his watch (even though he had a phone that kept time, how weird) and frowned, squinting one eye and pursing his lips. "Mmmm, okay. I gotta go. Here." He went through his bag, snagged a pen and a sheet of paper and scribbled on it real quick. He held it out to him, the paper folded and stepped back. "See you at seven!" And off he went, running back into campus grounds.
The sheet of paper had his phone number. He had terrible handwriting for an English professor.
He'd be at the restaurant, waiting for Alistair before seven, and he'd look very nice. Nice blazer, nice slacks, nice shoes. He even pulled his hair back.
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