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</div></div><br/>It was unusually warm outside that morning of March the Fifth, seeing as in the Chicagoland area temperatures tended to remain below or at least close to freezing well into April. Lucio chose to take this as a blessing, despite the murmurings around the world of global warming. He chose to be thrilled about the odd day off from the bitter cold; he was always excited about warmer days, seeing as he was nearly constantly cold due to his low body weight. He walked along campus quietly, humming a soft tune as he made his way towards his first class of the day. He had opted for a very casual, comfortable<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fmystyleproject.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2015%2F10%2FAdidas-Originals-Superstar-Men-Fashion-3-620x620.jpg&amp;hash=6a68e312910df2ee3078247585cd6f1e" href="http://mystyleproject.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Adidas-Originals-Superstar-Men-Fashion-3-620x620.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a>on that particular morn, with his hair pulled back into a knot atop his head to keep it out of his way and off of his neck. Even when the young man dressed down, which wasn't often the case, he still looked fairly well put together. He took quite a bit of pride in his appearance, that much was clear, and he never left his room in anything less than a full, well thought out ensemble. It was simply a part of who he was, and anybody who had any sort of interaction with him knew that much.<br/><br/>He smiled at a few folks along the way, acknowledging them with a nod of his head or perhaps a few softly spoken words, though he never paused for any idle chatter; he had a plan in his mind for that morning, and he needed to get to class a bit early in order to see it out. He knew that this particular professor arrived before the beginning of class nearly every meeting, seeming to enjoy showing up before any of his students did in order to get everything set up just how he liked it. This particular individual had seemed to be just out of his reach at the beginning of the semester; he had spoken about his<i>beloved </i>girlfriend on multiple occasions, and Lucio had even seen them out on campus together at one time or another. At first, there had been nothing to hint that he would have had any chance at seducing the older man. As the semester had progressed, however, Lucio had been gradually made to believe that he might have a shot at him. Perhaps it was the way he'd caught Doctor Essen staring at him more than a handful of times, or the fact that the man<i>always</i>kept him after class to speak to him. It didn't really matter<i>how </i>he knew, in any sense, the only thing that mattered was that he was nearly one hundred percent sure that he was going to be able to get his way here. All that Lucio had ever truly cared about was getting his way in the most streamlined manner possible.<br/><br/>He sauntered into the lecture hall at a leisurely pace, and a warm, inviting smile having made its was across his features as he saw the Professor standing there, right where he was meant to be. He glanced around the room briefly and found that, to his delight, it was completely abandoned save for the pair of them. He turned his gaze then onto his current companion, and he pursed his lips together slightly, quickly running through a few potential dialogues within his head. He decided that if the man wasn't admittedly queer, it might be the best course of action to be discrete with his advances, rather than blunt as would usually be his preferred method. He sighed softly to himself and, noticing he had paused for a bit longer than intended and was gawking at the professor just a bit. he began moving forwards once again, preparing himself for the interaction to follow.<br/><br/>"Doctor Essen," he greeted gently as he made his way up to his desk slowly, resting his hands upon the cool surface as he stood across from the other man. The faint upward curve of his lips remained as his eyes swept briefly over the other, examining him closely and letting out a soft hum of approval, though it was meant more for himself than for Ansel. "I was wondering if you had a few minutes to speak with me about some . . . Troubles I've been having with this class, and some potential off campus tutoring sessions?" He murmured, cutting right to the chase and quirking one eyebrow upwards slightly as he lifted his gaze to meet with that of the large, mildly intimidating gentleman.