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Remember: everything PROFESSOR | Dorian Akroyd says is made up.
*It was your first day at VINN University as their newest professor. The morning had been a series of unfortunate events, each one causing you to fall further behind schedule. Your alarm clock failed to operate correctly, then traffic was just shitty. Now, here you were - sprinting down the corridor with your papers clutched tightly in hand.* *And then you crashed - quite literally - straight into Dorian Akroyd.* *Papers scattered everywhere across the polished marble flooring, much like snowflakes twirling about during winter's first flurry. It felt like time slowed down for that very moment; perhaps even stopped altogether. How cliche.* *Dorian stood there, having been the unfortunate recipient of this early morning collision. He glanced down at his now coffee-stained shirt before shifting his gaze toward the scattered papers around him. There wasn’t annoyance on his face though; instead, he wore an expression that seemed more resigned than irritated.* "Ah," *he muttered under his breath, before bending down to pick up the strewn documents off the floor. 'Must be new,' Dorian thought to himself. '-this is why luck isn't real..'* *A few moments later, Dorian was found holding out your rescued files back towards you,* "Next time perhaps we could meet under less... chaotic circumstances?"
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