+ Noah Achmetha +
"Yes I look like I'm 10-years-old. Stop pointing it out!"
The boy who can't tell lies...
Noah liked these people. They were interesting and pleasant and they made him smile! Of course then a third person came in and called him a child.
"I'm starting to think Crawford Teachers weren't informed of us on purpose..." Crawford and Hargrave were rivals after all, it was possible! Then exhaustion slapped Noah over the head like a ton of bricks. At least Noah thought that was what a ton of bricks felt like, it was impossible to know. He waved at Makoko when she left to follow the other teacher, to tired to care she couldn't see that.
"That sounds magnificent..." Noah stated, following after Nare. He ended up hopping on Nare's back half way there, though Nare either didn't notice or didn't care, because he didn't say anything. Hopping off when Nare passed his room he passed through the locked door and fell onto his covers, wrapping himself in a cocoon.
+wake up and hearing the little birdies sing+
Noah yawned as he sat on his desk, items flying around the art classroom. He had been awoken a few short hours after falling asleep by Death, gone through his morning routine, and headed to his classroom to get it ready. Death had been hanging around for a little while, but they had left to do their job. Noah was still in a bad mood from their visit. The art room at Hargrave was much larger than a normal classroom, though that was because it had several areas. A music area, where a magnificent black piano stood in all its glory; a painting area, where several paints and painting stands were in a circle around a statue; a clay area, where various kinds of clay and dyes were stored, ready to be formed; and finally the front where Noah's and the students desks were. The walls were pure white, though they wouldn't be by the end of the year. Noah had the students paint things on them and he displayed all their art there in pride. Every item in the room stopped moving and the cleaning items put themselves away, leaving a spotless classroom in their wake. The large windows took up the right wall letting bright sunlight into the room, even up to the high ceiling. Noah wasn't sure why the ceiling was high, but it had been a b***h to paint that awesome rainbow flower design on it.
"It's far to bright. Far to white." The brightness combined with the white gave the room an almost empty feeling, the kind like walking into a new house and there isn't any furniture yet. Yet it also gave off a feeling of refreshing newness. Looking at the walls invoked the feeling that there was something deeper, just waiting to burst forth. And there was. Hundreds of magnificent things lay under the white surface, created by Noah's former students from years past. The tiny teacher hopped off his desk and went over to the one portion of wall that existed on the right of the room and grabbed a cloth hanging there. Giving it a tug it slipped off gracefully, revealing a large portrait of a smiling family. A lovely woman and little girl, along with a man who looked like an older version of Noah. Well he
was Noah. The only picture he had of his family before the accident. It was his precious treasure so of course Noah decided it would be the first thing people saw upon entering his room! Letting out a positively blinding smile, Noah shut his door and scampered off in search of someone.
Humming a childish tune Noah searched every inch of the school for their target. He had scared a few of his fellow teachers when he popped out of random places. The microwave in the Teacher's Lounge was probably the best one so far.
"I found you!" Noah dashed toward Penderghast excitedly, wrapping his arms around her waist and looking up at her with a smile, chin on her stomach.
"Good morning! I missed you!" He had seen her yesterday, but that was far to long! Even a minute was to long!
...Will keep your secret 'til he dies
Where am I? Where ever the hell Penderghast is
Who are you people? Penderghast
What am I doing here? Hugging his friend
What is this feeling? Happiness and Love
Out Of Color: *stretches* I am exhausted. School sucks... Pen might be at Crawford's cafeteria, but her location says her classroom. I give up. Noah is far to easily attached.
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