Sensitivity Training, Thursday, October 8th
This time it was Surreal at the front of the room, a large stack of paper in her arms.
"Gardner isn't here," she stated bluntly, shoving half the stack in Peter's direction. "So we are in charge. Read your handouts, and consider how stupid someone would have to be for something as incredibly patronizing as this is required for them to understand something so basic."
This thing made Surreal so angry, she rather wanted to burn it. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. The moment she was finished handing it out, she kicked back into her own chair, and started practicing control by letting her witchfire barely lick at the paper. Maybe she could burn designs on the pages...
"Gardner isn't here," she stated bluntly, shoving half the stack in Peter's direction. "So we are in charge. Read your handouts, and consider how stupid someone would have to be for something as incredibly patronizing as this is required for them to understand something so basic."
This thing made Surreal so angry, she rather wanted to burn it. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. The moment she was finished handing it out, she kicked back into her own chair, and started practicing control by letting her witchfire barely lick at the paper. Maybe she could burn designs on the pages...