Deidara couldn't help but roll his visible eye, but it was mostly over the word choice. Academic career. It made it sound like he was getting something out it other than headaches and the chance to interact with morons. There were a million other ways to say that, he was sure, that didn't make him sound like such a stuck up.
"So where the fuck's it takin' me, ah? What do I gotta do?" It wasn't like he really cared, and Deidara leaned back, shoulders hitting the chair and nearly knocking his coffee off his knee with the motion. He saved it, lifting the paper cup up to his lips and keeping it there, fingers wrapped around it.
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