<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Nodding his head as his new partner, Edward, informed him of what he already knew from gossip amongst his fraternity. Professor Hinkley might have expressed a tofu existence in the classroom, but a few of his brothers mentioned how the professor attended nightclubs and raves, generally in a drunken and belligerent stupor. Upon a narrower inspection, Tiger could believe the middle-age man might delve into university life, possibly to revive the experience he never had. A half smile tilted his lips at the idea of Hinkley drinking hennies and flirting stupidly with younger females. Poor man.<br/>
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"Oh, mh<i>mm</i>, I'd appreciate the information,". Tiger's lips broadened as he halted his jittering fingers and reclined in his seat, slightly thankful he didn't have to type everything.  Edward's speech seemed a little peculiar, perhaps too anxious and willing to please. Of course, he'd take advantage where and when he could, but the male's inherent nervousness needled him with amusement and concern. Riffling a palm through his locks, he eyed Edward and the laptop, noting the subtle attraction to his stammering impediment. "Thank you, monsieur,". With a teasing grin, he promptly handled the technology and settled the item into his lap. Not one to abide with socially proper boundaries, he tapped his email in as Edward continued his inquiry. <br/>
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"Hmm, I'm not certain. I'll log in to my student account and find my schedule for you. But my major is in Forensics with a minor in Biochemistry,". Finishing the '@gmail.com' portion of his email, he typed in the header for Edward and sent the notes to his <i>tigerwinston3 </i>account. "Awesome, thanks Edward,". Following up on his promise, he returned the laptop to his companion, positioning the device in front of him on the table, then turned to his own computer. Fingers clicked on the board as he signed in to his university account and swiped on the schedule section. <br/>
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"Here ya go,". Tilting his screen in Edward's direction, he unhitched his hands and pawed for the cell in his pocket. "If we have more classes together, or even this one alone, perhaps we can study together sometime,". Unlocking his device, he fiddled with the contacts app and drew a new slot for Edward to input his number. "I'm easier to reach via text rather than email, unfortunately,". A playful tone hinted in his voice as he passed the phone to his partner. In honesty, he didn't care about <i>studying </i>with Edwrad so much as learning about him and possibly hooking up. Something about the man had certainly hooked his attention and he desperately desired to know why. <br/>
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7:30 AM <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Humanities</span><br/>
10:00 AM <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Biochemistry<br/>
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<u><b>Tuesdays</b></u>:<br/>
8:45 AM <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">Intro to Forensics</span><br/>
2: 15 PM <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">Criminology</span><br/>
4:00 PM <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Biochemistry</span><br/>
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<b><u>Thursdays</u></b>:<br/>
8:30 AM <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Lab</span><br/>
1:00 PM <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Humanities</span></div>
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