location: rye grad student lounge
for: @ramiropalacios
Maybe by this time next year he’d have the department convinced to switch to electronic copies, he thought, as his tired eyes scanned another poorly formatted lab, ink smeared and dubious stains crowding the bottom of the page. He did like the methodology of it, the big marks of red pen circling incorrect sections, his neat handwriting in the margins, but he tired of it after a few hours, night creeping up on the campus as afternoon sunlight faded from the high window he sat under. The grad student lounge was quiet at this time, when classes were still just barely in session, and TAs were running to finish their own assignments. He could only really ever count on one other body to be in the room at this hour, a silent companion typing away at his own laptop, or matching the scratching of his pen on hundreds of papers. Enzo didn’t concern himself with looking up when the door opened and shut quietly, and a shadow fell across his work as the seat across from him found itself occupied. He spoke first, typing a grade into a spreadsheet as well as a comment that a professor would later take credit for. “You’ll have to get your team to watch the Azzurri practice tapes, Ramiro. Defence was looking a little lack lustre last scrimmage.”