( That's certainly a reaction, but Aventurine only files it away for later -- maybe he is one, and he's struck a nerve. He can hardly imagine this man teaching grade schoolers, or even high schoolers. He seems to have a low tolerance for bullshit, and from what he recalls of other people's stories of those experience, it's just full of those sorts of things.
But any thought about that is quick to flee Aventurine's mind the moment that he shrugs. Jackpot. His grin grows bigger as he moves -- bending over the table at just the right position and just the right angle to show off one of his best assets. As it were. He keeps his arms at an incorrect angle as well, an invitation for the other man to correct his errors.
It's not wrong of him, Aventurine thinks, to want to feel his hands on him. That's the whole point. )
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But any thought about that is quick to flee Aventurine's mind the moment that he shrugs. Jackpot. His grin grows bigger as he moves -- bending over the table at just the right position and just the right angle to show off one of his best assets. As it were. He keeps his arms at an incorrect angle as well, an invitation for the other man to correct his errors.
It's not wrong of him, Aventurine thinks, to want to feel his hands on him. That's the whole point. )
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