“Mmm, not your favorite subject? How sad.” She really found that to be more interesting than anything else. But then, how could she keep him interested, was the question. She pursed her lips for a moment, before saying: “What about psychology from throughout history? A win-win. What could you teach me about that?” She didn’t have any questions. Mayumi was more of a learn-as-you-go type of girl. All she wanted was to absorb information, it didn’t matter what it was.
“Hm… but I think it’d be more entertaining to learn in a classroom. How about you show me yours?” Even if it wasn’t Latin, classrooms were the perfect environment in which to learn. Or, do anything, really. Mayumi thoroughly enjoyed the feel of classrooms. And here, a handsome (and young) professor, willing to teach her? It was good. A classroom would be the perfect place to go.
"Suuure," he rolled out lazily, shifting his weight from right to left. "I can tell ya all 'bout Freud and Piaget and, uh, what's his face? The dog trainin' guy." Pavlov, perhaps. Really, he knew them all by heart now, even if he found a lot of their studies horribly off base or just generally uninteresting. Who really cared about operant or classic conditioning?
Plenty of people, actually. Just not him.
"I s'pose so." It made sense, he guessed. It wasn't as if he had any experience with school what so ever - student, teacher or otherwise - so he might as well follow the people who actually have a clue what they're doing.
Completely disregarding her personal bubble, he looped arms with her and marched down the hallway, towing Mayumi along behind him. "Allow me to lead you to my sanctuary, m'am!"
The school wasn't too overly complicated and he'd already mapped out the areas most crucial to himself - the library, his housing, his classroom, and of course, the cafeteria even if he had a good feeling he was going to end up eating stale chip in his dorm. They passed several classrooms and a row of windows that spanned the entire hallway, letting in natural lighting. He noted it was still mid afternoon and that he should probably get some work done.
But! There were girls to impress and he was quite a bit more preoccupied with that.
They eventually arrived at a door that had a shiny plague, big white, block letters spelling out 'LATIN'. There was a sticky note hung under it, messy handwriting scrawling out 'professor Lavi' and a little rabbit drawn in the corner. Yes, very, very professional.
Lavi slid his keys into the lock, gave a little twist of his wrist and then flung the door open, giving a happy crow.
"Heeere we are, Ms...?"
Ah, wow, smooth.










