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[serumandbravery]

While I appreciate that you're trying to spend more time with me I still think you should get your priorities straight, mun.

You should be studying for your exams, I'll still be here when you're done with them, I'm not leaving.

Promise.

Comments

[inthird]

Sounds to me like it's procrastination at its best.

[serumandbravery]

Steve chuckles and nods.

Yes, he seems to be an expert at procrastination. Too bad it's not going to pay the bills.

[notmonsters]

[Hulk harrumphs.]

Seems t' be a recurring theme with 'em. Don't know how to take care of themselves.

[serumandbravery]

Seems like it. Maybe they ought to teach a class on it in college.

"How not to procrastinate 101."

Sounds about right.

[highaboveyou]

Procrastination is a damned art. Some of these muns around here have it past art and on to science. I can appreciate that much, though.

[serumandbravery]

Pretty sure my mun has a Ph.D in procrastination. And now he's glaring at me. Send help.

[highaboveyou]

Kid, if I could send help, I'd be glad to. [See that smirk? Yeah. Nope.] I think it's just part of bein' a mun.

[serumandbravery]

Steve chuckled briefly and shook his head lightly.

I guess you're right.
And oh, I'm not a kid

[highaboveyou]

[...Eh, he had a point.] Yeah, sorry, I just. I kind of jump to that when I'm talking to people younger than me.

[He paused.]

Or people who look younger than me.

...I'm really bad at people.

[serumandbravery]

I'm older than I look. I just... aged well, I suppose.

[ Not sure that's what you should call it, Steve, but it works for now. ]

The name's Steve, by the way- if you were wondering.

[highaboveyou]

[Sudden reminder of manners is go. Keith blinked, then shook himself out of it, offering a hand with a stainless steel ring on one finger, a few bracelets around his wrist, and a tattoo going up his inner forearm, disappearing beneath the pushed-up sleeve of his shirt.] Keith. Keith Orbit.

[serumandbravery]

[ Steve took a glance at the offered hand, studying the bracelets dangling on his wrist, the ring wrapped around his finger. Taking the hand, Steve flashed the other man a warm smile-- one Steve always carried around, whether it was real or not was a completely different story. ]

It's nice to meet you, Keith.

[highaboveyou]

You, too, ki-- ...Steve. [Smooth. Real smooth. Yay for being terrible at social interactions. He gave Steve the kind of smile that made it plain that he knew he'd slipped.]