// the one where moving-in day is a drag.

[icyaccountant]

Dear Whoever's-Playing-the-Bagpipes-Under-My-Window

Comments

[bluescreenodesu]

I had him last semester. Someone asked him if he was related to Leonard Nimoy. His reaction to that was entertaining.

[icyaccountant]

Really? Hahaha! What'd he do? Does he get any less boring over the semester?

[bluescreenodesu]

Yeah. It was entertaining. Find some moron in your class to ask him. No, not really.

[icyaccountant]

What will happen to said moron? Anything particularly bad? ...Shit. Huh. Any other teachers to avoid?

[iamkurogane]

Vulcan? Nice.

[icyaccountant]

Think so, huh? He's boring as hell.

[iamkurogane]

Sounds like a pain in the ass.

[icyaccountant]

Massive.

You got any classes like that?

[axistentially]

...Math.

[icyaccountant]

Math.

[axistentially]

Ah. ...Me too.

[icyaccountant]

Really? What concentration?

[chrysaline]

...math.

[icyaccountant]

You're the second person to say that, Sophie. Yes, math!

[chrysaline]

Numbers are evil.

[icyaccountant]

You offend me so hard.

[chrysaline]

Wait. Someone at this place has bagpipes?

[icyaccountant]

Apparently so, unless I'm hearing things. And it's very hard to imagine up some bagpipes.

[chrysaline]

Ugh. Kill me now.

[icyaccountant]

Hey, hey. You're not the one who's being unintentionally serenaded, here.