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"Babes, babes." Bonnie, still happily laying on the common area's couch - even though she wasn't housed at the cottage, but that was where the cool kids stayed - held a hand in Eliot's direction, "Has that beautiful brain of yours understood how to get throug this homework or...?"
"Obviously, I'm asking for the sake of knowing, per my discipline, definitely not because I'd like to copy."
Eliot sorta looked over his shoulder at Bonnie's words. Part of his personal brand was to pretend that he didn't care about school and he liked to keep up appeareances.
Perhaps in some sense, it was true he didn't care all that much about school, but he really didn't need to.
It was generally acknowledged, however begrudgingly (due to his laissez-faire attitude), by Brakebills faculty that it was Eliot who was the most conspicuously brilliant in class. He wasn't as quick as students like Alice, but they worked their asses off, whereas Eliot didn’t even try, or if he did he hid it very, very well.
Eliot grinned mischievously at Bonnie. She was a super cool chick, smart and pretty and funny. Truly, Eliot did need some funny in his life.
"What is your discipline again?" he asked. "And what are we working on anyway?" He sighed dramatically.
