[ there’s a lot of frustrating machismo and back-slapping in the world, and while barty’s not completely immune to it, there’s more than a few things that he’s resolute on. he doesn’t (usually) kiss and tell, and he absolutely doesn’t sleep with his students. they’re like, teenagers. playing the role of a cad is easy - ought to reflect on that sometime - but he still doesn’t like it. while kate’s playing the coy grad student, barty’s face is stony, working on selling the lie-within-a-lie he’d spun.
just to sell it, he does wink the one of the guards as they pass, but rolls his eyes the moment they’re out of sight. ]
You’d think, [ he begins, dropping his hand from kate’s back, ] That there wouldn’t be those sorts of meatheads in academia. And yet. [ he shrugs. at the very least, those are just basic rent-a-cops, nobody he has to make nice with again.
barty’s office is in a state of perpetually organized chaos. cluttered is putting it graciously: maps and books scattered throughout, travel suitcase leaning against the wall, souvenirs and statues and knicknacks crammed in the shelves. there’s an empty, dirty mug on his desk, but at least he’d swept up any stray crumbs or scraps of paper. ]
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just to sell it, he does wink the one of the guards as they pass, but rolls his eyes the moment they’re out of sight. ]
You’d think, [ he begins, dropping his hand from kate’s back, ] That there wouldn’t be those sorts of meatheads in academia. And yet. [ he shrugs. at the very least, those are just basic rent-a-cops, nobody he has to make nice with again.
barty’s office is in a state of perpetually organized chaos. cluttered is putting it graciously: maps and books scattered throughout, travel suitcase leaning against the wall, souvenirs and statues and knicknacks crammed in the shelves. there’s an empty, dirty mug on his desk, but at least he’d swept up any stray crumbs or scraps of paper. ]