[Tomoeda] Shut up before I strangle you.
Who: Kurogane and Fye D. Fluorite.
Where: ...Walking around Tomoeda!
When: Now.
What: The science teacher and the gym teacher meet up! I assume chaos shall follow.
Warnings: Kuro-tan-sensei has a sailor's mouth. :/
Sometimes he hated his job. Actually, he hated it most of the time. Being a P.E. coach was rather boring, not to mention harder than it seemed. For a man with high expectations like Kurogane, all the kids (or rather, brats as he preferred to put it) were weak and pathetic, not living up to their potential... or there were the few that just had no potential to begin with.
So whatever free time Kurogane had, he treasured. He needed the break like all hell, too. If he wasn't actually busy coaching, he was busy planning for his next lesson. It would surprise anyone, how much work he puts into his lessons. (After all, he certainly doesn't seem like the thorough type.)
In his usual black sweat suit with yellow stripes, Kurogane stuffed his hands into his pockets. Why the man would walk around Japan in the summer in a sweatsuit was beyond anyone's knowledge, but it seemed to make him happy, so he continued to wear it frequently. This was one of those few, precious moments where he had his free time. Maybe he'd grab a drink, or just wander the city.
The tan man roamed the streets of Tomoeda and couldn't help but feel something off: he hadn't been annoyed by a certain eccentric blonde in a long time. There was something very fishy about that...
Where: ...Walking around Tomoeda!
When: Now.
What: The science teacher and the gym teacher meet up! I assume chaos shall follow.
Warnings: Kuro-tan-sensei has a sailor's mouth. :/
Sometimes he hated his job. Actually, he hated it most of the time. Being a P.E. coach was rather boring, not to mention harder than it seemed. For a man with high expectations like Kurogane, all the kids (or rather, brats as he preferred to put it) were weak and pathetic, not living up to their potential... or there were the few that just had no potential to begin with.
So whatever free time Kurogane had, he treasured. He needed the break like all hell, too. If he wasn't actually busy coaching, he was busy planning for his next lesson. It would surprise anyone, how much work he puts into his lessons. (After all, he certainly doesn't seem like the thorough type.)
In his usual black sweat suit with yellow stripes, Kurogane stuffed his hands into his pockets. Why the man would walk around Japan in the summer in a sweatsuit was beyond anyone's knowledge, but it seemed to make him happy, so he continued to wear it frequently. This was one of those few, precious moments where he had his free time. Maybe he'd grab a drink, or just wander the city.
The tan man roamed the streets of Tomoeda and couldn't help but feel something off: he hadn't been annoyed by a certain eccentric blonde in a long time. There was something very fishy about that...