Morningstar Manor

Anastasia sat at a table by herself in the Mocha with a folder thick with student proposal papers shoved to one side of the table and one open in front of her. With her head tilted and wide, shocked eyes, she read Tyler Field's explanation as to why the human penis was the perfect centerpiece for his final project, roughly titled "Deez Nuts." It was funny in a horrifying way and she was definitely going to have to shut him down before he turned in a bunch of embellished paintings of his own genitalia, no matter her reputation for being one of the more liberal professors. That was just gross.
But for right now when she was by herself, she couldn't help but laugh at his gumption.

Niles' hand hurt. He may or may not have gotten stoned with Sarah and played Guitar Hero for six hours the other night, but that was entirely up for debate. But for now he was sitting in the lobby, mostly because he felt like it, and he was tired of sitting in his apartment. He could go pester Elspeth, but he'd just left her place this morning and he figured at least a small break was in order.
He supposed like any good kid he should just plot to take over the world. What else was there to do on a fucking Thursday?