cinderella chooses a side.
For the duration of my stay thus far, I had deemed it wise to stay far, far away from the ongoing civil war being waged in this fair city. But from this point on -
Columbia >>>>> NYU.
( Private to Edwina. )
Columbia >>>>> NYU.
( Private to Edwina. )
Oh, but that'd reveal my secret identity. Poor form. Still - I've never been one to backsass a teacher. Look for it.
And it's Skip.
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You some kind of superhero? Looking forward to it, Skippy.
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Hardly. I leave the tights wearing to Theo.
That's more like it.
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Then why the secrecy?
First and last time I cater to a student. Hope it was worth it, Skippy.
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Anonymity is fun.
Oh, it most definitely was.
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But how am I supposed to call on you in class?
You may also bring me a cup of coffee.
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Hm. That does pose a problem. But I'm sure you can manage a way around it, professor.
Specifics, please. I'm a lackey, not a mind reader.
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I'll work on my telepathy.
Black. I'm not picky.
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Great. What am I thinking right now?
Insert the obligatory 'I like my women like I like my coffee' remark here. Consider it done. You get bonus points for not sending me after some retarded frou frou coffee.
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It hardly bears reproducing here. You're a twisted boy, Skippy.
With a spoon in them? It's just how I roll.
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Flattery will get you everywhere, professor.
'In a small, styrofoam cup' was going to be my answer. That's how I roll.
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It's what makes the world go round!
Don't let Thumbelina know, she'll think you're stalking her.
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And what keeps Skip from failing certain courses, my brilliant and most-charming professor.
There's a Thumbelina? Shit. For all I know I might really be stalking her.
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My, the compliments! Why am I suddenly compelled to give you an A?
Hell if I know. You've got good odds!
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Well, my mind reading might need some work, but my mind control seems to be working perfectly.
Betting odds?
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