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"Bonnie - red hair, said TA stood for Tits n' a**. In her case, she wasn't wrong. I have't seen her around, probably not around anymore." This was said matter of factly. Harvard had a pessimistic bent that caused him to assume immediate death of anyone he hadn't seen within the last month. He reached in his pocket for a cigarette before remembering he'd left them in his assigned dorm room. HE didn't have many left and leaving them there was his way of rationing himself. ******** living like savages.

He barked out a short laugh at Austin's comment. "Yeah, and you can bet I would have sold it. I hear you can get a mint of stuff for a porn mag." He looked Austin up and down briefly and decided that the man probably had his fair share of ladies. "You not hooking up with anything right now? Use it or lose it."

Harvard made an incredulous sound. "Of course I've seen horror movies."He shifted his bag to the other hand. "But really, if you're going to die anyway, and we very well might, you might as well enjoy the trip."

When he spoke again, his voice was perhaps a little teacher-y because, well, Harvard was a teacher."Just make sure not to get caught with your pants down and you'll be fine. Sadly, doesn't seem like there's a lot of time for any flowery romance s**t. Just quickies in the bathrooms." He sighed gustily.

Harvard suddenly grinned. It was kind of rare to hear laughter in the university and although he would have shushed it immediately in a classroom, this wasn't his classroom. Austin wasn't his student, but, he thought presumptuously, he could probably teach him a few things.

"Let you in on a secret - they fall for the stuffy look. It's like the old stereotype of 'staid librarian who's a freak in bed', only less popular." And that 'less popular' suited him just fine. Harvard liked sex, but he liked languages more. And so many encounters just failed to live up to his standards, and so many partners unwilling to learn - well, Harvard got bored easily.

"Yeah, I guess you're right - I've never had a stuffy-looking one in my life. Opposites attract or something like that. Don't tell me you've never tested the 'staid' waters?" He directed a rather disbelieving stare at Austin. Austin was definitely not someone he would describe as 'staid', even with the glasses - fair skin, full mouth, and a slim body that probably had a surprising amount of stamina. He shrugged.

"As for a 'niche', as long as it works how I want it to, I'm good." He shook his flashlight briefly as the light wavered. "Of course, someone has to be in that niche as well, so to speak."

Super pervy. Harvard could live with that moniker. He noticed Austin slowing and matched pace with the other man. The world was ending anyway, right? 'Nothing's certain but death and taxes', he thought wryly. Except taxes were pretty much moot, as well as gainful employment.

"Let's put it this way - which do you think is right, Austin? Or maybe which would you prefer?" A thread of amusement wove inbetween his words even though he hated having to say things just outright. It was such a pain.

Harvard almost could not contain his eye rolling. ******** students. "Hah. Take your time, hot shot. Nobody's going anywhere." <********> students. Well, the chase was always more fun than the outcome anyway, so Harvard was satisfied. And, when Austin was truly turned and not looking, he allowed himself an eye roll, just over the inexpressible cockiness of Austin's parting words. Still, he might be fun to meet again later, and Harvard mentally made a note before getting a move on. He still have to turn in his 'prizes', and flashlight.