muse_corral | Meme Continuation

What he said brought her up short a little, her already wide hazel eyes blinking at him a little owlishly. "I-I..I suppose so? I double checked what was needed, I certainly hope that I wasn't wrong."

All of a sudden a wave of panic flew over her -- Professor Ares would know about that better than she would, right? What if she got it all wrong and then missed her opportunity at what she really wanted to do! But maybe..maybe if she asked the Professor he would... but no, he wouldn't do that for her, would he?

"Professor..I-I..I hate to ask you another favor but.." Oh Miranda just knew he was going to say no, mostly because her luck was always awful but also because well? She wasn't exactly the kind of person or student people noticed. Sure she made excellent grades but she was in no way charismatic or caught anyone's eye, in her opinion.

Still, it didn't hurt to swallow her non-existent pride and try: "..would you write me one, just in case?"

[He hadn't quite meant to drive her into a frenzy of worry, but it had certainly worked to keep her in the office longer. In order for him to work his magic on her. The opportunity to have her indebted to him was far too enticing to turn down.

Here she was practically presenting herself to him on a silver platter. He just needed to find the right way to approach the subject that make her more inclined to accept his advances without a bunch of duress.]

Hmm... [He said calmly, bringing a hand up to rest underneath his chin as he looked at her with that professional facade of his.]

I could, but we haven't had much interaction outside of you turning in assignments. I'm not quite sure I could make it a very glowing letter.

[His words slipped out smoothly and calmly, in a matter of fact voice.] However if you were to consent to being my Teaching Assistant for a couple of weeks. Then perhaps I wouldn't feel as if I were speaking half-truths to the committee in charge of your internship program.

[He looked at her expectantly, hoping this would be the leverage that would keep her in the room longer, so that he could really break down those conservative barriers of hers.]

What a boon! Not only an internship but a small turn as his Teaching Assistant? The Professor hardly ever took on those! It would look so good on her resumes..

There was a brief thought that the other girls in the class would want to kill her and dump her body in the nearest body of water but -- right now, how could she care! Everything was seeming to work out fine! Miranda didn't even mind the extra work he would give her or what kind of work. She was hardly ever this lucky. Perhaps if she'd stopped to think on it, she'd have realized she was almost being too lucky.

"That's..th-that's so kind of you! Of course I'll consent and I'd be honored sir!" Now she's sat on the very edge of the chair across from him, looking relieved. "What type of assignments and classes would you be expecting for me to handle?"

[He honestly shouldn't have found this as amusing as he did. Every little trap he laid, she just seemed to walk into it without much thought. It almost made him want to drop his facade entirely and just go for the kill, but what would be the subtly in that. Especially when he wanted her to actually enjoy herself.

He offered her a smile as he leaned back into his chair again, another thoughtful expression crossing his face before he replied to her question.]

Helping grade some of the papers and occasionally you'd be called upon to answer questions that some of the students may have about an assignment. Of course, I'll make you have the proper preparation for such instances.

[She likely wouldn't catch the double meaning behind his words as he slowly got up and moved around to the front of his desk. Outstretching a hand toward her as he leaned back on the desk for support.]

Do we have a deal then, Ms. Lotte?

*Miranda kept smiling at him with that innocent, naive smile; so of course she never caught on to that double meaning or any other intended meaning behind his deal.*

Of course! Thank you for being so magnanimous sir! *She stepped closer to him, gloved hand reaching out and touching his hand.

All she could think of was her future and how this was going to be so perfect, and how she was so lucky to have suck a kind Professor as he..*

[Such a lovely flower this one was, he can't help but pull her a bit closer as he grasp her hand. It was simply amazing how innocent she could be considering she was in her mid-twenties.]

You're quite welcome, Ms Lotte.

[Forgetting himself a moment, he brought a hand up to push a stray strand of hair out of her face. The move far more intimate that he would have likely intended.]

*There was a blink, her eyes going a little wider with the touch to her hair, one of his knuckles had brushed her cheekbone just slightly. Those same cheekbones now had just a hint of pink because of it--

-- and because he still had her hand with his other one.*

I-If..if you don't mind sir..I..m-my hand..

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