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{Teachers Pet: Log 01} - for triedinception

Oct 26, 2011 11:24

(Warnings for underage (Arthur is 17) and student/teacher relations)

It was the first day of his senior year of high school.

Fucking finallyAfter the years end, he would finally go to university and do something more with his life than what was typical in the Delahey household; which usually involved fraud, art theft, forgery and other ( Read more... )

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triedinception October 26 2011, 21:31:25 UTC

Whatever reasons had brought Eames to this American school still remained his own. Perhaps it helped with the 'mystery' surrounding the teacher in his mid thirties ( ... )

bamf_pointman October 26 2011, 22:52:50 UTC

Upon the initial weeks Professor Eames had entered the school and started teaching, rumors had spread like wildfire from the students - anything from what could have brought him to the school, what he did before he came here and whether he would be good in the sack or not. The latter -- well that had been more frequently on Arthur's mind than he would have initially thought. So of course he had his thoughts on the matter. He was undoubtebly sure the man was amazing in bed. Fantastic even. Yes. It was, a subject of his fantasies. And Christ, did he have a lot of those. More than a student should probably have for his professor. What made it worse (or better), on more than one occasion, Arthur had glimpsed at the tattoo(s) peaking out underneath his shirt and felt his mouth water at the very sight ( ... )

triedinception October 26 2011, 23:18:15 UTC

Eames, though he pretended indifference to the rumors, had heard some of them - had some students come up and ask him, point blank. He kept his silence or deflected the questions. It was no one's business, he felt.

Eames loved making use of his varied accents and abilities to re-enact portions of history, of finding or renting clothing. It made his students laugh, and some of them didn't even realized they were learning as he did it. Which made it even better, somehow.

"Rather mature of you. Most seniors would be taking advantage of the chance to sleep in late," Eames responded with a wry grin. He pulled a syllabus free and moved over to hand it to Arthur.

"Mine was fine. No wild parties or anything like that, just summer school and some time to myself, really."

Eames had noticed probably more than he let on. But considering he didn't know Arthur too terribly well, he hadn't felt it his place to say anything (and because Arthur was smart; if he was in something deep, and Eames could see it, then he would have spoken up.)

bamf_pointman October 27 2011, 02:17:34 UTC

Arthur had to hand it to Professor Eames - the man had remained tightlipped despite all the rumors and blatant questioning. It could mean one of three things - either he was just a private person (Arthur could respect that), he was hiding something (Arthur could doubly respect that) or there was just nothing to tell. Unlike many of his peers, Arthur knew teachers had a life outside of the classroom. He only wondered -- well, he wondered what this man did outside of the classroom. He really needed to stop doing that. Professor Eames was his teacher.

"I have been told on one or three occasions that I'm mature for my age. Seventeen going on thirty," Arthur responded dryly but a grin tugging on his lips. He took the syllabus from Eames' fingers and looked it over. "Are you doing more impersonations for this class?" He hoped so.

Arthur couldn't contain his chuckle and raised his eyebrows. "No wild parties? Shame on you. I couldn't have sworn that's what all teachers did once school was out."

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