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Chris

@sutteminmediste

"I was supposed to be his best friend, but I let him down." [ RP Account ]

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@SardonicTease — Christopher took his time to walk to the man's office. It was quite a few buildings away and he didn't want to rush. —

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@SardonicTease — Gaming club would have to wait until after the office visit. He readjusts his clothes and knocks on the door to the man's —

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@SardonicTease — office. "You called for me, Professor?" There was a small worry that he was being called in to be told that he failed —

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@SardonicTease He was afraid of failing. He wasn't particularly good at language and religious studies wasn't something he wanted to —

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@SardonicTease — ever touch. All his nerves shot when he noticed something else. Christopher could smell the faint scent of the man's —

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@SardonicTease — cologne in the office. Seeing that tie loosened made him swallow thickly. "Does this mean I'm failing the class?" He —

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@SardonicTease — was nervous once more. "I-I'll try harder. It's just stuff in class doesn't really make sense to me." He didn't —

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@SardonicTease — understand. It was like when he was younger and tried to follow along to that painting show on TV. He never got it right. —

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@SardonicTease — Computer code and software made more sense to Chris. It felt like something he could understand. Art wasn't the same. —

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@SardonicTease Chris just blinks at what's handed to him before just shoving it in the bin next to the man's desk. He wasn't sure he —

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@SardonicTease — needed to throw it out but it didn't seem too important. "But I don't know how to explain art..." He was a bit lost in —

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@SardonicTease — that aspect. Describing art seemed about as hard as climbing a mountain. To actually analyse his own work seemed more —

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@SardonicTease He felt his face heat up at the man's laughter. "I'm not that great with words, sir." He murmurs. He truly wasn't. —

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@SardonicTease — Explaining computers was simple. Cracking jokes? Also easy. Trying to explain how he feels about art was an entirely —