#Imani: Yo, Senpai! What’s goin’ on?
#User: Hey. What are you doing tonight?
#Imani: Well, right now, I’m busy grading papers for the work I assigned to everyone while you were sleeping in your office the other day.
#User: What kind of work are you giving our students behind my back?
#Imani: I just told them to write two pages about shit they think is cool.
#Imani: Did you know both Ami and Ayane wrote about you? I’m worried they may have copied each other’s work.
#User: Stop doing that and hang out with me instead.
#Imani: Just you?
#Imani: Is this a booty call?
#User: ...Could it be?
#Imani: Mmm...we probably shouldn’t. I like whatever we have going on right now.
#Imani: Best to keep stuff professional in the least professional way possible, you know?
#Imani: Plus, I don’t want you holding my job hostage in exchange for being at the beck and call of your endless libido.
#User: It’s not endless. I have a recharge period.
#Imani: Well, don’t count on me to drain that battery of yours.
#Imani: If you do want to come over and get comfortable, though, I’d probably open the door for you.
#User: I’m getting mixed signals here. People don’t normally invite me over unless they want to have sex with me.
#User: Or...need help making soup.
#Imani: I like soup.
#User: Just send me your address, I guess.
#Imani: Right-o. Comin’ at you, brother.
#User: Don’t call me that.
#Imani: Nii-chan?
#User: Slightly better.
#Imani: Daddy?
#User: Again with the mixed signals.
#Imani: Don’t keep me waiting, Senpai-Niichan-Daddy. It’s sooooo lonely over here.