Humanties Wing, 1st Period
Grissom semi-stomps his way into the Humanities Wing hallway through first period, heading toward his office. As he unlocks the door, he hears a strange noise behind him. Turning slowly, his arms filled with papers and his coffee cup, he finds a red crayon almost literally nipping at his heels.
His immediate reaction is to look for Lorelai to save him, but alas, she doesn't come in on Wednesdays. With no girl around to save him, he's totally screwed.
"Can I help you?" he asks the crayon, having missed the morning announcements. The crayon replies by flying up toward his head. It gets caught for a moment in his beard, and Grissom has to laugh before he realizes the damn thing is now writing on his face.
When the crayon backs off, Grissom just shakes his head as he rubs his forehead. "What? A Scarlet A? Redrum? The Dharma Industries Symbol? Veronica Mars? Which number cylon I am?"
The crayon scurries away as a reply, and Grissom puts down his things, wondering if the crayon was truly a sentient being, or if it was previously inanimate and had been somehow modified on the molecular level, before wandering into the bathroom down the hall.
And finding GEEK written on his forehead in all capital letters.
Woe.
[Class is late today, but it is coming. I forgot to e-mail it to myself like a yutz.]
His immediate reaction is to look for Lorelai to save him, but alas, she doesn't come in on Wednesdays. With no girl around to save him, he's totally screwed.
"Can I help you?" he asks the crayon, having missed the morning announcements. The crayon replies by flying up toward his head. It gets caught for a moment in his beard, and Grissom has to laugh before he realizes the damn thing is now writing on his face.
When the crayon backs off, Grissom just shakes his head as he rubs his forehead. "What? A Scarlet A? Redrum? The Dharma Industries Symbol? Veronica Mars? Which number cylon I am?"
The crayon scurries away as a reply, and Grissom puts down his things, wondering if the crayon was truly a sentient being, or if it was previously inanimate and had been somehow modified on the molecular level, before wandering into the bathroom down the hall.
And finding GEEK written on his forehead in all capital letters.
Woe.
[Class is late today, but it is coming. I forgot to e-mail it to myself like a yutz.]