<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=33756.msg1776768#msg1776768">Quote from: Inkidu on 08-04-2009, 18:56:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Scott shrugged, "I don't think it's that much different than Cancun, or Mardi Gras, in N'awlins." He observed, "This at least has a certain novel appeal." he adjusted his stance and looked at the two college-aged young men, "So what are you studying in college?" he asked politely, Jay, he surmised was the kind of guy who could ruin ice cream if he was in the right frame of mind and the human black hole was the kind who thought of nothing but fun.<br/><br/>The two were not an ideal study in the golden median. The surgeon smirked inwardly but there were worse people to be stuck on a desert island with. He waited patiently for their replies. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jacobi arched a brow.  "Well, at least<em>some</em>people can deduce my age," he started, glancing bitterly at Dee.<br/><br/>Eddie just grinned back, looking a bit surprised himself.  "Christ, college?  I think you're a little confused, my man!  'Ole Jayjay here is still in elementary, isn't that right?"<br/><br/>He received a strangled little choking sound in reply, accentuated by a bit of miming, as though the other boy were wringing an invisible neck.<br/><br/>"Well, I don't have a<em>major</em>, such as it is," Eddie finally answered.  "I dabble in a lot of things, y'know?  The arts.  My school just let's you take whatever classes you want, really.  Very loose curriculum.  No pressure to slot yourself into a suffocating niche, y'know?"<br/><br/>"What my<em>friend</em>here means to say, is that his school wholeheartedly endorses slacking off and general aimlessness," Jacobi shot back with a smug little look on his face.  "Whereas<em>I</em>make full use of my time writing and reading about and of things that will prove to be genuinely beneficial to society as a whole."<br/><br/>Eddie snorted derisively.  "JayJay, man, writing's just another genre of art.  Without art, we wouldn't even have society!"<br/><br/>Jacobi leaned forward and grinned, squinting devilishly.  "Without<em>fine</em>art, Dee.  I hardly call what you do<em>important.</em>"<br/><br/>The older man leaned forward, starting to look a bit testy.  "And how important is<em>your</em>major, eh?  English?  Ha!  Like some snot with an English major ever got anything done besides don an old coat with patches at the elbows, get a receding hairline, and teach other self-important brainiacs to become English majors!"<br/><br/>The tension in the air was so thick that it was nearly palpable, and the unlit candle between them seemed about ready to light on fire of its own accord from the intensity of their glares.