Gansey nodded. In a way, he was a school historian, but he wasn't keeping track of what they might have thought. He was too young -- many said -- to be doing archival work with no experience, but there he was. That boy who wore colorful clothing and always had a smile and sometimes wore wire-framed glasses that framed his old soul -- wasn't he remarkable? To have taken such a shine to the school's history...
Knowing all that he knew was a cover, of sorts. The superficial research that got to the Good Stuff. No one but he and his professor friend knew that. The way he talked about the history of the hallowed halls, how Gansey can paint it out of ivory when the truth is that no one knows, that was what earned him the access he needed.
"That's all the boring stuff I have to tell you," Gansey said finally, and while he didn't usually go on, he felt the need to with this girl. "Let me show you some of the campus. Which department would you like to visit first?" Maybe if he had an idea of what this girl liked, he could tell her things she would actually find interesting, and not the empty Darrow-from-on-high bullcrap.
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Date: 2017-04-15 02:59 am (UTC)Knowing all that he knew was a cover, of sorts. The superficial research that got to the Good Stuff. No one but he and his professor friend knew that. The way he talked about the history of the hallowed halls, how Gansey can paint it out of ivory when the truth is that no one knows, that was what earned him the access he needed.
"That's all the boring stuff I have to tell you," Gansey said finally, and while he didn't usually go on, he felt the need to with this girl. "Let me show you some of the campus. Which department would you like to visit first?" Maybe if he had an idea of what this girl liked, he could tell her things she would actually find interesting, and not the empty Darrow-from-on-high bullcrap.