[ while she talks, he picks up a pen to chew the end of while going over her notes. his brow furrows as he wonders a) what does this even say? and b) who taught her how to write? ]
Oh yeah? Which one is it? [ he glances up from the notes, taking the pen out of his mouth. ] Skywalker, right? He's killer. Not that I ever actually had him, he was on sabbatical when I transferred in. But I've heard the stories. Seen the tears. The whole thing.
[ he stops talking and takes a second to make some of his own additions to her notes — his own damn messy handwriting in the margins. he does not improve the status of these notes. ] Look, I think you'll do okay. The stuff I can read's good stuff. Is there anything you're stuck on in particular?
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Oh yeah? Which one is it? [ he glances up from the notes, taking the pen out of his mouth. ] Skywalker, right? He's killer. Not that I ever actually had him, he was on sabbatical when I transferred in. But I've heard the stories. Seen the tears. The whole thing.
[ he stops talking and takes a second to make some of his own additions to her notes — his own damn messy handwriting in the margins. he does not improve the status of these notes. ] Look, I think you'll do okay. The stuff I can read's good stuff. Is there anything you're stuck on in particular?