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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:42 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:31 am
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxx I know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
Elias sat in the corner of a couch in the teacher’s lounge, a newspaper covering half his face. In a day and age when it was both cheaper and more convenient to simply download the news from online, he liked to occasionally indulge himself and handle a physical paper, complete with customary mug of hot coffee sitting just to the side and steaming lightly. It was both a pleasant way to relax and a method of assuring himself that he was not completely depended upon his computer. True, he probably would have had a psychotic breakdown if he’d actually been cut off from technology for long, but this was by choice. Will power.
Besides, he rather liked the crinkling sounds the paper made very time he turned a page.
Lead colored eyes scanned over the latest political scandal, faint amusement evident in his relaxed features. Rather long legs were crossed neatly but still stuck out a good ways, threatening to trip up anyone who went by. It wasn’t his fault he was tall, it was a family trait. His older brother was even taller than Elias was, pushing six and a half feet where Elias was just about six feet even, give or take an inch.
He pushed a hand through his dark hair, fingers brushing lightly against the silver stud earring tucked underneath. It was one of the few souvenirs from his teenage years that he hadn’t been able to part with. It might look odd on a man who was supposed to be a respectable teacher, but then most educators didn’t keep hair as long as he did either. ‘At least I dress the part,’ Elias thought, licking his thumb and turning another page in the paper. Crinkle crinkle. His clothing was of a fine material, a well-made silk shirt and slacks that had been neatly pressed. It was rumored that Elias was wealthy from some job he’d had before teaching, but no one could agree on what exactly it was he’d done.
His fingers trailed over the table next to him until they found the coffee mug and wrapped around it, savoring the warmth as he brought it up to his lips. Maybe it was a bit too late in the day for coffee, but it was half decalf anyway. No sense in being up all night if he didn’t have to be.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:31 pm
 As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat Haru turned the knob slowly, his gaze still down the hallway even though he could no longer see either student or even his cat. A frown had his usually smiling lips pulled downward as he tried to figure out what exactly had set off his internal alarms. He knew better than to disregard them...but what had started it?
Shaking his head slightly and causing strands of his hair to slide across his vision he walked into the Teacher's lounge and swept it with a single glance. Only one other teacher had made it in yet, but then class didn't start for a few days so there was still plenty of time. A short sigh slipped passed his lips as he kicked the door closed lightly behind him and stalked over to a chair near the male who was busy reading the paper. With a flop he landed in a messy bundle in the chair at the other end. His finger's hitting the wood almost instantly and beating out a staccato.
"You know anything about the teacher's aide this year?"He suddenly asked, turning his grey orbs towards the long haired male. The annoyance he was filling was clearly present in them as well as his worried expression. His finger's continued to move restlessly across the wood as his foot took up the rhythm to match as it hung over the arm of the chair.
New to the school this year he wasn't sure if the kid was a regular and all the kids just knew him or what was going on. All he knew was he got the creeps just thinking of those two alone. Groaning he let his head flop back against the other arm rest so it hung towards the floor at a rather awkward angle with all his ash blonde strands straining towards the distant carpeting. He was used to public schools, having only been teaching for a year or two so far....and there was just some things he hadn't quite gotten used to about the new system. So was this one of them? And he'd just misread the situation? Damn he hated being confused...and with Miko watching the kid...another sigh.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:52 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxxI know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
Fingers bent the paper down just enough for gray eyes to peer over the top and see who had come in. A teacher and one of the new ones for the year. He was young, even a couple of years younger than Elias most likely. Young teachers were hardly unheard of, but it still spoke well of the man’s intelligence. Hopefully. Elias didn’t care much for idiots. The corner of a smile touched his mouth as he watched the obvious stress. It was just so blatant it was hard not to be amused. His eyes started to drift back to the article he’d been reading when the other addressed him.
“Hmm…” He thought for a moment and then shook his head. “I’m afraid we haven’t met yet,” Elias admitted, folding the paper down to rest in his lap. He took another sip of coffee, studying the teacher in the chair. It didn’t take a genius to work out that the teacher’s aide was almost certainly what was stressing him out. You couldn’t be that focused on something and jump into a conversation with a stranger about something unrelated.
“Is there a problem?” Elias asked. His voice was mild enough, but the question was a serious one. He cared about his students, about his school. Elias was very patient when it came to the youths attending, but he wasn’t going to put up with trouble from anyone in a position of authority over them. If someone wanted to start trouble, they would be removed. No messy showdowns or threats. Simple deduction, proof of guilt, and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
Thinking it best to introduce himself, he set the coffee cup aside and leaned forward, extending his hand. “I’m Elias December, the teacher for 9th grade. And you are…?” he let the end hang, tilting his head slightly to the side again.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:39 pm
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat Haru closed his grey eyes at hearing the other man hadn't meet the new aid, drawing in a deep breath before he sat back up in the chair at an awkward angle so his legs were still over one side but his upper body was twisted enough he could see the dark haired male who was asking him if there was a problem. Haru shook his head and ran a hand through the fine ash strands before he answered.
"It's probably nothing, never mind."He could have just thought he was catching something, it wasn't as if that kid had done something that pointed towards a problem. It had just been a feeling he'd gotten and you couldn't go around getting someone in trouble over something like that. He'd just keep an eye on the kid.
His attention focused back on the other male as he leaned forward and offered his hand, the blonde's easy smile bloomed across his face once more as he accepted the hand for a handshake.
"Mitsuki Hotoharu, 12th grade, and I promise I'm not as paranoid as I seem."He drawled lazily with a glint of amusement in his grey eyes. He easily pushed the problem to the back of his head to be dealt with later because until he had something more solid to base his feelings on he couldn't exactly accuse the kid of anything.
"Got any more of that?"He tipped his head towards the coffee cup that was sitting at the other man's side. His hand continued to tap at the counter but it was less agitated than it had been a moment before.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:27 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxxI know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
“Mm,” Elias murmured noncommittally. It wouldn’t be too hard to get into the employee files and find out enough to run a search on the aid. Hell, that kind of information was (mostly) legal to obtain anyway, especially if the man was working with children. A teacher’s aid though… was he over eighteen? Sealed juvenile records might be a tad more problematic, at least from a ‘by the book’ standpoint. Still, all for a good cause. Just because he’d grown a conscience didn’t mean he’d turned useless now did it?
The younger teacher’s smile was relaxing and he felt the ghost of a smile pass by his own face. It wasn’t that Elias made a habit of concealing his emotions, he just wasn’t as used to expressing them with his features. Too many hours in front of a computer screen where mere expressions didn’t do anything had left his face a bit more passive than one usually saw. Fortunately this seemed to unnerve a fair amount of his students in class and encouraged certain members to shut up and do their work.
He chuckled and released the hand, settling back in his seat again. “Isn’t that what they all say?” he asked softly, raising an eyebrow. Haru was obviously friendly, if a bit more emotional than most of the teachers he’d met in his, albeit short, career. Youth might have something to do with that. Haru could almost have passed for an older student if he’d tried.
“Ah, yes, hang on,” he nodded as he stood, moving off towards a small kitchenette area. There was a pot of still fairly hot coffee on the burner, not yet fried thank god. He pulled it off and rummaged through the cupboards noisily until he came up with a clean cup. “Black?” he asked, then fixed it according to whatever the other man said and brought it back, moving to stand next to the chair and pass the cup down. “Welcome to Bell Liberty,” he said with a wry smile. "If you need any help settling in or setting up your computer, don't hesitate."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:52 pm
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat At the faintest touch of a smile on the dark haired male's lips, Haru's grew wider a fraction still. He was kinda cute, in a broody sort of way. Although he seemed friendly enough. Haru had no problem working with a cute guy, the last school there had been this horrifying 300 lbs woman who pinched cheeks, he could survive that and he could survive anything.
"They? How did you know about the voices in my head? I promise I didn't burn it no matter who asks. "He chuckled, grinning brightly as he pushed his ash hair back out of his eyes as the other teacher got up and moved towards an area that Haru hadn't really seen on his way in. Long legs lifted and dropped to the floor so the chair was being used the way it was intended as the blonde leaned forward to get a better look around Elias.
"You have your own coffee maker? And it works? Wow...I don't think we're in public school any more toto."Despite the airy quality of his statement, Haru's tone was actually quite happy. He LOVED coffee! Having one that actually run in the teacher's lounge was going to be a luxury he'd gladly have slept with someone for.
"Black."Haru agreed, watching the movement entirely with excited grey eyes as his drink was poured and brought back. He accepted it with something akin to reverence as he brought it up from the table and to his lips, breathing in the smell and more than pleasantly surprised when it had a rich full smell. Eyes slide closed as he took a sip and his whole body sagged into the chair in bliss.
"Oh god...I love this school."he purred, opening his eyes to half-mast as he was welcomed by Elis across from him who also mentioned his worst enemy. His lips grimaced.
"You may wish you hadn't offered that, anything more complex than a pager seems to get broken in my presence for more than five minutes."He just had no luck with electronics. His last phone had started making a high pitched screeching noise, apparently the solution for fixing that was NOT to smash it into your desk till it stopped. And why did no one ever mention that magnates were bad for computers?
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:16 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxxI know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
“The voices that aren’t speaking to you told me,” he answered with a straight face and a serious expression. “Oh, and they want to know why you haven’t been responding to their silent treatment.” The straight face broke after a couple of heartbeats, a comfortable expression settling on his lips as he moved around the kitchenette and back towards Mitsuki.
Elias flashed a brief smile at him. “I think the principal is afraid we’d form a riot if there wasn’t a coffeemaker on campus that could produce something decent. After all, with dorms when know where he sleeps.” And where his bank statements were. Elias wasn’t quite as addicted to coffee as he was to say… chocolate and peanut butter, but it was caffeine. Everyone was addicted to it at some level and soda was a bit too sweet for first thing in the morning. He lingered for a moment, watching the obvious enjoyment on the other’s face. His eyes were drawn down to the unusually colored hair and he had the oddest desire to touch it, see if it fell that way naturally or if some kind of gel gave it the appealing set of sharp layers. He didn’t do it of course. That would have been a bit too weird, even for him. You didn’t just reach over and touch someone’s head out of the blue.
He picked up his own mug again, taking another quick greedy gulp and setting it down. He finally lowered himself back into a seated position and put it aside again. He pressed his fingertips together, looking intrigued. “I can hardly believe that,” he said, interested in this project idea. “But I have a pretty good track record with the computer and tech in general. If you haven’t got a computer with you, we can probably pull something out of an unused room and get you set up. Generally I charge, but for a new teacher, I suppose I won’t this time.” He was joking. Mostly. He had done tech support jobs before but now he charged by candy. It was a wonder the man wasn’t a good ten pounds heavier than he was.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 10:15 pm
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat Haru's expression went surprised and he lifted a hand from his cup and snapped his fingers.
"I KNEW I was forgetting someone. "He announced, grinning with a wiggle of his eyebrows before he dropped his hand and took another drink of his coffee. Delight sparkled in the grey eyes as he imagined getting to threaten some of his past principal's with their living arrangement. His grin turned just a touch naughty at that point.
"I imagine that made him quite cooperative."Another drink of the thick drink vanished down his throat as his grey eyes flickered towards the machine and noted the make so he could get some different flavours of his own. His attention flickered back and his grin grew again as he laughed half-heartedly.
"Give it time, you will. I put our last computer tech into tears on my third week."Poor guy had flat out refused to work with him after the incident where he'd poured coffee down the tower. It HAD been smoking in his defense. Shaking his head at his thoughts he batted his eyelashes at the darkhaired male and tipped his head cutely.
"Awww, for little ol me? Your too sweet."Haru's orbs danced in amusement as he lifted the cup and took another long drink from it before rotating his weight slightly to kick a leg back up over the arm rest.
"So anything I should know? Like don't use the third bathroom and the west side of the building or it'll blow up or something?"Ah public school, it gave even teachers a very different kind of education.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:18 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxxI know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
The dark haired educator managed to find something very interesting at the bottom of his coffee cup for a few moments, turning his head away to cough and then fixating on it with a passion. He just simply hadn’t expected that. Sure, the new teacher was reasonably attractive but it just wasn’t fair when he looked naughty. You couldn’t look like that and expect people to remember what the conversation had been about. He cleared his throat and reminded himself that he wasn’t a drooling mass of hormones like the boys he had to teach on a daily basis. He was a grown man which meant he had control of his own libido thankyouverymuch.
He smirked quietly. “Anything you break, short of actually disassembling it and shipping the pieces off to Siberia, I promise to fix for you,” he answered, not completely thinking his words through before he uttered them. Bragging about his gift with technology was something he tried not to do much anymore. He didn’t need to sell his skills so there was no need to advertise himself. Simply letting the other members of the faculty know that he was available to try if something went wrong was all he needed. But there he was, trying to impress the man in front of him. Good god, how embarrassing.
But it was too late to withdraw now. And he hadn’t even managed to sneak in a clause about peanut butter cups. His expression fell a bit at that realization. Crushes were one thing but peanut butter cups were forever. Or at least they were until they came within ten feet of one Elias December.
He did his best to ignore the ‘cute’ look the other was giving him. Instead he leaned back in his seat, stretching his arms out along the back of the couch and getting comfortable. He thought about the question for a few moments, then shrugged. “Well right now I’d say don’t touch the coffee maker until we cure you of your technology curse,” he said, a slow grin slipping onto his lips. “I’d hate to see you stoned in your first week.”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:30 pm
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat Haru tipped his head slightly, watching the long haired male turn with a small cough and look into the bottom of his cup, as understanding dawned his grin went from sort of naughty to right out the other side and into the realm of illegal. Weeeeellll now. He mentally purred before dropping his chin into his hand as that arm was supported by the other arm rest and the coffee carefully held in his free hand.
"Ohhh are you ever gonna regret THAT one. Although I was reasonably sure it was to India...at least everyone I talked to after the tech stopped talking to me spoke like that's where they were from. "the ash haired teacher shrugged. Not above holding someone to a promise, especially if they were cute. He'd have to keep his computer somewhere low...like one of those Japanese dinner tables. He worked to keep ALL his thoughts from broadcasting in his eyes. After all, it wasn't any fun to scar people off now was it?
That was easily handled when a moment later he was warned away from messing with the coffee pot and his eyes went wide. It was THAT complex? Hell, the one at his old apartment just had three buttons. He'd never yet managed to blow it up, mostly because he was sure it would just keep working anyway.
"Well damn...guess that makes you my coffee b***h from now on. You know, for the sake of not setting a bad example to the kids."he announced with a pleased grin at his forward thinking. No way was he blowing up a coffee machine, give him two days without and no one would be willing to come near his classes. He was not a nice person without a cup of coffee. Mornings could just go to hell...he was NOT a morning person.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:49 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxxI know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
“I think I might have been officially banned from India,” he murmured, scratching his cheek with one finger and trying to think back. It was a joke, of course, but also a little bit true. As a hacker he had not cared much for spam mail. One too many princesses looking to scam him and he’d spent a couple of months generally targeting the computers of the middle east. Their government had been less than thrilled with the sudden polka music that blared from the speakers every time someone in their countries contracted a certain virus. His crowning moment had been when “The Beer Barrel Polka” had accompanied what was supposed to have been a national press conference.
He watched Haru, hoping the silver haired male wasn’t taking his brag as a challenge now. He was starting to believe that this might be the kind of person who, when you bragged about being able to fix something, went out of their way to hit it with a hammer, just to see if you lived up to your word. It was going to be a very long year if that were the case. Of course, it also meant a lot of time together. Legitimate time since he would have to work on certain things that could be valuable and Haru would want to make sure he didn’t further damage or steal anything. Well that definitely sounded like a silver lining.
Unless Haru turned out to be genuinely crazy. They were still running background checks on the teach applications weren’t they? Eli hadn’t worried about his own record when applying. After all, you had to actually be caught to have anything against you. He’d retired from the illegal world before that had happened, though a few close calls had given him nightmares when he was much younger.
His eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his hair. “Coffee was never part of the deal,” he pointed out. “For that you have to be willing to pay.”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 12:01 am
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat "Well now, THAT I'd like to see. "the ash haired teacher drawled. Wondering what sort of things a teacher got up to that got them kicked out of a country. He'd gotten up to an occasional thing or two in his youth. There was a rather famous one in his home town where he managed to dump the mayors wife into the giant bowl of chilly at the fair... but getting kicked out of a fair was one thing, a whole country?
Grey eyes briefly scanned the male across from him critically, he didn't look like the type that would be up to something like international spy, but then he'd look great in a James Bond suit. We have ways of making you talk Mr. Bond. The edges of his lips quirked slightly but he managed to keep it from becoming a full out grin, just barely.
"Coffee is always part of the deal."Haru announced, his eyes glinting darkly as he set down the coffee mug and leaned forward to plant his arm on the table between them and settle his chin into it with a suggestive smirk on his lips shining through the curled fingers. Now this was more like it.
"Depends on the price, Elias."he purred, more than willing to play a little. Alright, so he might have been pushing it a little far, but he'd never been accused of going half-way before. He knew what signs to look for to back off and make it less teasing and more playing, but he was honestly watching for a reaction with amused grey eyes. He really WAS starting to like this school
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:17 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxxI know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
[[ ooc || I just can’t read that James Bond part without laughing. ]]
Duck tape. Duck tape was the solution to nearly any problem once came up against outside of the virtual world. Once upon a time Eli wouldn’t have gone anywhere without a roll of the stuff in his bag. He was beginning to think it was a habit that would have served him well to keep up. Then all he would need was a single strip stuck right across that mouth grinning at him and he could go back to being the goddamn professional he knew he was. This was why computers were safer. If all you saw were numbers and letters, you didn’t have to worry about one of them being unexpectedly attractive and possibly evil. As soon as this was over he was going to find a nice solid bit of wall to bang his head against until he felt better. Or felt unconscious, either way really.
“If you want to make something part of the deal, you need to be bright enough to remember to include it in the original bargain,” Elias taunted, attempting to flip the conversation around. He did not like feeling as though he were the one being steered and was determined to take control of his own words and actions again. If he could manage to throw his new acquaintance off guard at the same time, so much the better. “Don’t blame others if you’re not used to…” he paused as his lips searched for the word he wanted. “..negotiating.” He smiled pleasantly, a touch of the superiority one showed a less experienced competitor nudging at the expression. The urge to laugh maniacally was something anyone gifted in a particular field got once in a while and he could feel his starting to flare up. He bit it back down, emptying his rapidly cooling coffee mug and standing up again.
He passed the silver haired man and patted him once on the head, fully aware of how condescending a gesture it was. Squashing Haru back into a younger teacher and out of the roll of siren he was currently occupying would go a long way towards helping himself back into the proper frame of mind. “Most people bring me my favorite candy,” he said idly. “Peanut Butter cups.” He stood at the sink, sponge in hand as he turned back to inspect the other male. “Though if you’re as bad as you say you are, maybe you should bring me a crate.” The smirk appeared and vanished again in the space of a blink as he washed out the cup, setting it aside to dry. He was fairly neat when it came to things of that nature, especially if he wanted to use the cup again the next day. It was one of the rare ‘non-chipped’ ones which meant it didn’t have to worry about cutting his lip on it when he wanted a drink.
He'd purposely ignored the train of conversation regarding himself and India. No need to open that can of worms.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 9:32 pm
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat [I hope your mental image was as good as mine cause I snickered for a while over it.] Amused grey eyes watched for his reaction, glinting from behind ash colored bangs as the dark haired male across from him informed him that he needed to be bright enough to include something in the original bargain, he was going to enjoy doing so in the future now.
"Mmmm, I don't know, I'm fairly good at...negotiating. "the ash haired teacher gave the same amount of pause to his word, but added a lot more meaning behind it as he continued to grin behind his hand. He was genuinely enjoying himself. Cute AND smart was just making his day here. Now if only he could get that low desk and a computer...
Tipping his head upwards and arching an eyebrow as Elias gave him a pat on the head as he passed with his cup. It might have been an attempt to show superiority, but touching was touching and just changed the game all together. It was likely a good thing that other teacher couldn't see his face as he walked to the sink, because he probably would have run for the hills. Flashing straight white teeth in a predatory grin he leaned back in his seat in a slumped position.
"I'm sure I can find a store to stock up from around here somewhere."Haru purred. Draining his own cup in a quick swallow and raising to his own feet to cross over to the sink as well. He'd been successfully derailed from India, because there was far more interesting lands to explore.
"Ya mind?"The ash blonde teacher asked innocently as he stepped right up behind the other male and reached around him to stick his cup into the path of the water that came a moment later with a turn of the knob. He was gleefully invading space and doing so with a nonchalance that suggested he had no idea what was going on if challenged about it. He swirled the water in the bottom of it to clear the heavy stain and flipped it over to set it to dry beside the other. Turning his head the slight distance to look at Elias and grin cheekily.
That done he stepped back out of his personal space and towards the chair the other teacher had occupied. Leaning over it he snagged the paper there and lifted it to scan the headlines on the front paper quickly. The picture of innocence.
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