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<span class="mu-r">“You’re in the same boat as my uh…ward, I guess?”</span> you said, speaking plainly. <span class="mu-r">“I’m trying to get her into Brooklyn Visions, so we’ve really been doubling down on her studies.”</span>
Gwen’s eyes widened. <span class="mu-g">“Oh, wow. I didn’t know you had a kid.”</span> she said, a look of pleasant surprise on her face. <span class="mu-g">“Wish her good luck for me. That’s a tough school to get into, and I hear the freshman workload can be a bit intimidating.”</span>
You nodded. <span class="mu-r">“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. And speaking of school, why don’t you get Doc Connors to teach you a thing or two while you’re both up here?”</span> you suggested. <span class="mu-r">“I think he’d be happy to know he has a fan.”</span>
A nervous grin broke out on Gwen’s face. <span class="mu-g">“I mean…it’s not like I haven’t thought about it, you know?”</span> she muttered. <span class="mu-g">“But he’s a busy guy, and he doesn’t need me drooling all over his shiny new government lab! I’m pretty sure it's a rental.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“What’s the worst that could happen?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I don’t know. What if I say something stupid and he thinks I’m a poser or an idiot.”</span>
You rolled your eyes at her. <span class="mu-r">“You’re both turbo-nerds. And if that Goblin serum made you smarter than you already were, then I think you’re probably safe.”</span>
She frowned slightly, and shook her head to clear it. <span class="mu-g">“You’re right. I’m being weird about it.”</span> she admitted. <span class="mu-g">“I’ll try to go see him after I’m done here. Which is probably gonna be another couple of hours…”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“And it will continue to take up more of your valuable time if you spend it socializing.”</span> Bloodhound said, without looking at either of you.
Gwen scowled at him. <span class="mu-g">“Oh, lay off! I’ve been cooped up here for weeks now. Breaks are important for retaining information, you know.”</span>
Bloodhound tilted his head slightly, unable to find a counter to her argument. <span class="mu-r">“Fair enough. You are a particularly hard worker. Unlike a certain <span class="mu-i">someone</span>.”</span> he said, clearly talking about the only other person in the room, who was currently making an origami crane out of an important looking document. He either didn’t notice that everyone’s attention was fixed firmly on him, or he simply didn’t care.
<span class="mu-r">“You know…”</span> you began, dragging the conversation back on track. <span class="mu-r">“If you’re stuck up here, I can always go down and grab some stuff from your dorm room. It’d probably help liven the place up a bit.”</span>
Gwen's expression seemed to be stuck somewhere between “extremely grateful” and “hesitant”. <span class="mu-g">“A-are you sure? If you’re busy, I don’t want to-”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“If I was too busy, then I wouldn’t have offered.”</span> you said, cutting across her. <span class="mu-r">“Besides, I’m sure it won’t take too long.”</span>
The blonde amazon placed a hand on her hip and breathed an exasperated sigh. <span class="mu-g">“That’d be…fantastic! Thank you so much.”</span> she said, giving you that same beaming smile from before.
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