@soursgrape
walking to their office, metal sphere used for an in class demonstration being spun precariously on a pointer finger, luce almost misses the student sitting outside of a fellow professor’s office. a professor who had incidentally left early. they stop in their tracks, pocketing the sphere and clicking their tongue. “if you’re waiting for dr. jai, she’s had to dip out. she’s not very good at upholding the whole... office hours thing.” a tilt of their head. “do you need help with anything?”












