sometimes i think i was born backwards...

xspliff is following you

         Was this her idea of flirting? If so then she picked the wrong partner.          Will was no expert at socializing, flirting even less. Her casual           demeanor was a tad off-putting for him, the way she strode up so           effortlessly. Will idled behind the blockade presented by his desk           and began shuffling case papers and rubrics into a binder for him           to carry. A quick glance at his watch and mentally reminding himself           of the tasks he had ahead of him. His brow furrowed at the mention           of Hannibal.

She took note of the time, glancing past Will's head to the clock on the wall. He made it obvious enough to look at his watch, so she wouldn't keep him too long. Effy shifts, blues locking on his figure a moment and scrutinizing his every inch. She can see the allure, she supposes... just looking at him, one can see he's a bit stiff and there's something not quite right, but according to Hannibal, Will's job wasn't glorious by any means.

         One of his students? As content as he is with his teaching position,          he doesn’t pay much mind to the personalities behind the names          and faces of his students. Academics don’t require much socializing.          His gaze flickers towards the young woman who had spoken before          directing themselves to a spot just beside her head. The remark          hadn’t gone unnoticed; in fact he was wishing he had put his frames          back on. Cute? What was he to say to that?

She simply smirks in return, moving closer to his desk in the middle of the room and busying herself with a pencil that lay out of place next to some papers. Awkward... adorable. Like a little puppy, which almost made her chuckle no thanks to what Hannibal has told her about his plethora of puppy pets. Leaning against the desk, she crosses her arms once more, head tilting to gaze up at the taller male curiously.

xspliff

            She's been instructed to sit in at least one of Will Graham's classes,             and though she begrudgingly says she will, the girl only managed to             catch the tail end of the lecture. Not that it bothered her much-- she             was uninterested in these subjects. Now she leans against the wall             lazily, arms folded across her chest loosely and she stares at him             until he realizes he's not alone. 

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