Sitting in the usual café, Bond scratched at his cheek absently and scribbled another note down in book–he’d revise his thoughts later. The scraping of a chair across from his broke his concentration, and he glanced up for a moment, eyebrows raised, at the person across from him.
artisteverett, professor-morton, and internofthegovernment are my OTP. They provide a well rounded poly relationship that I have yet to see in the indie roleplaying community and the characters all play really well off of each other. The muns are all total sweethearts as well.
Kiku clicks her jaw, silently scrutinizing the stranger, but before that could change Geddy gives her a warning glance. “Hello, my dear. My name is Geddy Pierce, and my companion is Kiku Suzuki. May I have the honor of knowing your name, my good sir?” He introduces them, giving the stranger a well practiced smile.
Padma sighed as her heels clicked along the floor, echoing in the quiet hallway. She wasn’t quite sure why she was so concerned. It was just a regular profile, that’s all. Very straightforward. The publication hiring her to do the interview and then work up the story had been clear. This man was a young professor on the rise, a Renaissance Man steeped in the classics. Taught Philosophy and Latin and was not 80 years old. It was supposed to be the first in a series of profiles of young educators who were making the old “boring” topics interesting again. Simple and easy.
Padma reckoned that it really wasn’t the assignment at all, but her own feelings about her truncated uni education. After Queens Gate, she was supposed to have swanned into uni, just like her elder sisters had done and like her little brother was doing now, but no, after her gap year, she’d taken that job at the Mirror and never looked back.
So she wondered if this … she checked her notes again … Professor Isaac Morton would somehow know he was being interviewed by someone who herself had never darkened the halls of any uni as a student? Padma wasn’t even sure the man would care. It was probably her own feelings of inadequacy.
The directions she’d gotten from the eager-looking young girl on the ground floor had been accurate and she found herself in front of Profesor Morton’s office. Taking a deep breath, she rapped on the door.