"Yeah, well, when are you gonna lose those fucking tortoise shell glasses, huh? You've had those things for twenty years Erik." Nadir replied easily, leaning against a front row table. Erik self consciously adjusted his glasses and frowned. "Why are you here, Nadir? I haven't seen you for ten, fifteen years. I have a life, I have tenure here, and a family. I don't want you mixed up in that."
"Well, for your information, I just came to inform you that starting next month, I'll be your colleague." Nadir replied quietly, examining his nails. "And we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."
Erik's eyes widened, and he slapped his pen down. "W-what?" he hissed. "What are you talking about?"
"You're looking at Wesleyan's newest gender studies professor, baby," Nadir crooned with a laugh. "I applied over the summer, they accepted me with, ah, open arms, and here I am. Couldn't make it until the second semester, but the powers that be understood. Aren't you stoked, baby?"
"No, I'm not stoked, Nadir. Why would you apply here? I don't want you here!" Erik hissed frantically. "This is MY life, and MY college! I don't want you and everything you come with invading my space!"
"Hey, hey, cool it baby, don't be salty," Nadir replied with a slight frown. "I understand. The past is the past, and it has no place in the future. Don't worry, Daddy-o." He started to laugh. "You're still just as anal as you were twenty years ago. Let it go, pops. Be cool." He stood up and stretched his arms high above his head. "And speaking of cool..." he grinned casually. "What's for dinner over at Chez Deslter, huh?"
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"Yeah, well, when are you gonna lose those fucking tortoise shell glasses, huh? You've had those things for twenty years Erik." Nadir replied easily, leaning against a front row table. Erik self consciously adjusted his glasses and frowned. "Why are you here, Nadir? I haven't seen you for ten, fifteen years. I have a life, I have tenure here, and a family. I don't want you mixed up in that."
"Well, for your information, I just came to inform you that starting next month, I'll be your colleague." Nadir replied quietly, examining his nails. "And we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."
Erik's eyes widened, and he slapped his pen down. "W-what?" he hissed. "What are you talking about?"
"You're looking at Wesleyan's newest gender studies professor, baby," Nadir crooned with a laugh. "I applied over the summer, they accepted me with, ah, open arms, and here I am. Couldn't make it until the second semester, but the powers that be understood. Aren't you stoked, baby?"
"No, I'm not stoked, Nadir. Why would you apply here? I don't want you here!" Erik hissed frantically. "This is MY life, and MY college! I don't want you and everything you come with invading my space!"
"Hey, hey, cool it baby, don't be salty," Nadir replied with a slight frown. "I understand. The past is the past, and it has no place in the future. Don't worry, Daddy-o." He started to laugh. "You're still just as anal as you were twenty years ago. Let it go, pops. Be cool." He stood up and stretched his arms high above his head. "And speaking of cool..." he grinned casually. "What's for dinner over at Chez Deslter, huh?"
I... sort of love this Nadir. POPS.