Midnight Phone Calls and Morning Coffee
“And what point you were arguing for that experiment?”
Combeferre asked curiously, leaning back in his chair
with a soft chuckle. He knew the feeling of arguing with
his professors, it happened quite often in his philosophy
classes.“Well there’s a lot of way to get hacked, it could have
happened that you just got an email and opened it or there
was a breach in our server,” Combeferre shrugged, even
though Enjolras couldn’t see him. “But no, you are most
definitely not expelled. If you could get expelled for arguing
with professors then I most definitely would have been.”
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”That it wasn’t showing the nature
of men. it was revealing the nature of
white middle class college age boys.
He didn't agree, obviously.“ Bully to
him, then. To be fair, Enjolras w a s
picking a fight– his lecturer was one
of those condescending tenures.
Enjolras hated them.
As he successfully logged back in
to his email, his inbox flooded with
messages about failed delivery mails,
he hums and listens to Tristan. A small
chuckle. Enjolras doesn’t quite manage
to censor himself when he goes, ”I bet
you win all the arguments. You seem
like the type.“