Jan 22, 2015
"Ah— Your paper, here—" He tapped a growth of paper, a manila folder blanketing the other projects. Will’s words, slowed by the process of arrangement, dripped in strokes of delicacy, "It proves to be.." He inhaled, exhaling with a large heave of the head, glasses nearly positioning themselves askew over his careful glace, "well, insufficient.”
"Now, contrary to my erm.. rigid reputation—” He lifted his head, mouth poised, “I’m giving you a second chance.”
He tossed the coupled papers to his blundered student, leaving it to land across the disarrayed desk. “Will you take it?”