"One day, you're going to tell me something about your school, and I'm going to not believe you, and you'll have been pulling my leg, and that'll be the end of it."
The critical points of his claim is emphasised with a fork gesture, careful though he is not to dislodge too much pie debris in the process. But there's a smile nested at the corner of his mouth, even though that looks like it hurts to do, given the various shades and placements of certain blooms of bruising.
"Although if you told me that my professor in neuropsychology was probably from beyond the grave, I might've believed you. You'd think he knew Thomas Willis personally, going by how he graded us."
A crooked smile. Still more student than teacher, at least when relating to his own field.
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The critical points of his claim is emphasised with a fork gesture, careful though he is not to dislodge too much pie debris in the process. But there's a smile nested at the corner of his mouth, even though that looks like it hurts to do, given the various shades and placements of certain blooms of bruising.
"Although if you told me that my professor in neuropsychology was probably from beyond the grave, I might've believed you. You'd think he knew Thomas Willis personally, going by how he graded us."
A crooked smile. Still more student than teacher, at least when relating to his own field.