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return_to_nola2019-05-20 11:15 pm
nola_laurielaurence) wrote in return_to_nola2019-05-20 11:15 pm
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Violet
New Orleans weather was, frankly, terribly. It was only mid-May and already the temperatures were in the high 80s. It was both intensely humid and unrelentingly sunny, and every tourist who walked by looked like they were in the process of actually melting.
But despite that, Amar was waiting outside for Violet, because it was the polite thing to do, maybe? And also he didn't want to risk the chance of missing her. Not when the semester was over and he had extra time on his hands, and could actually use more friends.
He wasn't actually mad at Diego, though he was committed to the bit for now, but the fact was that he really hadn't cultivated a thriving social life since moving down from Boston. Which was stupid, because Amar was great! People should like him! People who weren't the bones he studied and the grad students who had to do what he said.
He leaned back into the meager shade from Phoenix Effect's awning and crossed his arms. Violet liked books—what did he know about books? It was so hot that he couldn't remember anything. He had read a book before, right?
But despite that, Amar was waiting outside for Violet, because it was the polite thing to do, maybe? And also he didn't want to risk the chance of missing her. Not when the semester was over and he had extra time on his hands, and could actually use more friends.
He wasn't actually mad at Diego, though he was committed to the bit for now, but the fact was that he really hadn't cultivated a thriving social life since moving down from Boston. Which was stupid, because Amar was great! People should like him! People who weren't the bones he studied and the grad students who had to do what he said.
He leaned back into the meager shade from Phoenix Effect's awning and crossed his arms. Violet liked books—what did he know about books? It was so hot that he couldn't remember anything. He had read a book before, right?
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"...well that's my new Twitter display name," she decided, pulling the app up on her phone so she could change it before she forgot.
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"I am torn between being baffled that there are people who don't have Twitter accounts and being convinced that that is the exact reason you need one," she admitted, smiling. "What do you teach?"
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"But I really want to see the cat that looks like Pikachu," Violet pointed out. "And Twitter doesn't require an attention span. That's the whole point. Even beyond the fact that I could totally make an argument that PIkachu and forensics are obviously connected."
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"Pikachu is a detective. Detectives investigate crimes. Forensic anything is, by definition, about investigating crimes. Boom, easy." She smiled as she sipped her coffee. "You're lucky to assist Pikachu in his noble purpose."
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"Isn't Spoink the one that can never stop jumping or its heart stops, though? That seems risky."
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"That is adorable and also why you need a Twitter," she replied. In her head, it sounded a little like Tigger's bouncing. "To share your Spoink-like enthusiasm."
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"I'll have to start a fan account and tweet anything particularly quotable completely out of context, just to see what happens." Okay, so she probably wouldn't, but next time she needed to hardcore procrastinate...
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"Thank you, thank you. I'd bow, but I'm too lazy to get up when I've finally cooled down from being outside." Violet's grin mirrored his. "So, do I meet your replacement best friend standards?"
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