[ Sylvain wouldn't admit to having been pacing and fidgeting out in the hall while waiting for Basch's office to clear. He's not used to getting called down to the Professor's office as long as he kept his grades average and exactly in the middle. To get called here now was... nervewracking.
And the Looks he was getting from other nearby professors was nerve-wracking all on its own. He didn't like having this much of this kind of attention on him.
So he's more than grateful to slink into Basch's office, slumping into the chair before his desk with a grimace at that succinct greeting. He had tried, and he thought he hadn't done too bad? Just his luck, it was apparently terrible enough to get him called here for a meeting instead.
He knew he should have just kept doing what he always did instead. ]
Ugh. Was it really that bad? I told you this was a bad idea.
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And the Looks he was getting from other nearby professors was nerve-wracking all on its own. He didn't like having this much of this kind of attention on him.
So he's more than grateful to slink into Basch's office, slumping into the chair before his desk with a grimace at that succinct greeting. He had tried, and he thought he hadn't done too bad? Just his luck, it was apparently terrible enough to get him called here for a meeting instead.
He knew he should have just kept doing what he always did instead. ]
Ugh. Was it really that bad? I told you this was a bad idea.