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"... Sniff~ ... Murphy's Law?~" He paused, the half-lidded gaze he wore indefinitely had drifted between the letter that was expressed shipped to him, and the ticket to go watch a play reenactment of Robin Cowl; admittedly he wasn't terribly excited to go watch it either, but it was something he decided to do~ plus it gave him somewhere to sleep without being pestered. Finally giving the letter one last furtive look,
he closed both eyes to emphasize to the cosmos the sigh that befell from his mouth.
"Definitely Murphy's Law." With that, he tossed the ticket into the trash-bin next to his door~ where notably the letter had fallen through the letter slot. It was convenient for trash, spam or things he wished to pretend he never saw. Sadly, this was one of those things he could fake-out in. Tasking his now free hands with folding the letter, shoving it into his pant pockets; then turning on heel towards his couch~ Flopping face first into the cushioning with an audible fwumph and he took the remaining time between now and the time he hated most~ Doing things; to sleep.
At the break of morning, and the sound of his hellish alarm clock. His eyes drove open, of course only to their perpetual half-lidded state (When Awake™). Weighting his left side, he slumped over the side of the couch and slowly made his way to a lifted and standing~ yet slouched stance. Finding his way to his shower, freshening up and giving a quick brush of his uniform with his hands and he was ready. With his half-drowsy stride, he reached out~ flicked his door open and made his way to the Academy.
Upon arriving, he was among the few Teachers present; and no students quite yet. It was early morning for most, he figured if he had to cover~ he should at the very least, try to recognize who was in this class, their specialties, records of their weaknesses and of course; the hard part~ who their parents where, because he had to deal with them.
"Jeez... This class has some names~ Bet some of these kids are better'n me at some things, though I s'pose I 'aught to not mention that." He had been musing to himself in the dim-light of the early morning, flipping through student papers and general grades in their fields. It was fruitless work, after-all; he knew that most parents just came to hear how remarkable their students are doing~ and how little they need to continue doing. "Just need to make sure each parent knows they can sit on their lazy-arses and this should be a cake-walk; probably." He had then sat back in his chair; next to the podium of the classroom, and gazed out the windows opposite of the classroom's entrance; waiting until the first heathe- charming students and parents arrive.
[MFT | WC = 668
|[/col]Hello Shieo,
I am certain you have heard, but the Parent-Teacher Night is up and coming quite soon (In a day).
A novel experience for both Teachers and Parents to review the progress of their students work
and allows the Teachers to help emphasize their strengths, and perhaps enlighten in some of their
weaknesses.
While we understand that in most circumstances you're a sub, given your circumstances with missions
and the untimely events that befell you several months ago have weighed on your work capability.
Nevertheless, we are in a certain predicament that may require your involvement. Unfortunately
class 3-A's teacher has fallen ill and will be unfit to attend the event. We have reviewed the available
Teachers and Subs for adequate skills to adhere to the honorary appearances at the very minimal,
and you appear to be most fit for this task.
Normally we would be requesting your thoughts on the manner, but due to the time restraints
we are making this an expectation for you to attend. You will be compensated accordingly and given
sufficient time in lieu to cover the time.
- Hatako Emi, Headmaster
"... Sniff~ ... Murphy's Law?~" He paused, the half-lidded gaze he wore indefinitely had drifted between the letter that was expressed shipped to him, and the ticket to go watch a play reenactment of Robin Cowl; admittedly he wasn't terribly excited to go watch it either, but it was something he decided to do~ plus it gave him somewhere to sleep without being pestered. Finally giving the letter one last furtive look,
he closed both eyes to emphasize to the cosmos the sigh that befell from his mouth.
"Definitely Murphy's Law." With that, he tossed the ticket into the trash-bin next to his door~ where notably the letter had fallen through the letter slot. It was convenient for trash, spam or things he wished to pretend he never saw. Sadly, this was one of those things he could fake-out in. Tasking his now free hands with folding the letter, shoving it into his pant pockets; then turning on heel towards his couch~ Flopping face first into the cushioning with an audible fwumph and he took the remaining time between now and the time he hated most~ Doing things; to sleep.
At the break of morning, and the sound of his hellish alarm clock. His eyes drove open, of course only to their perpetual half-lidded state (When Awake™). Weighting his left side, he slumped over the side of the couch and slowly made his way to a lifted and standing~ yet slouched stance. Finding his way to his shower, freshening up and giving a quick brush of his uniform with his hands and he was ready. With his half-drowsy stride, he reached out~ flicked his door open and made his way to the Academy.
Upon arriving, he was among the few Teachers present; and no students quite yet. It was early morning for most, he figured if he had to cover~ he should at the very least, try to recognize who was in this class, their specialties, records of their weaknesses and of course; the hard part~ who their parents where, because he had to deal with them.
"Jeez... This class has some names~ Bet some of these kids are better'n me at some things, though I s'pose I 'aught to not mention that." He had been musing to himself in the dim-light of the early morning, flipping through student papers and general grades in their fields. It was fruitless work, after-all; he knew that most parents just came to hear how remarkable their students are doing~ and how little they need to continue doing. "Just need to make sure each parent knows they can sit on their lazy-arses and this should be a cake-walk; probably." He had then sat back in his chair; next to the podium of the classroom, and gazed out the windows opposite of the classroom's entrance; waiting until the first heathe- charming students and parents arrive.
[MFT | WC = 668