Karla's Office, Saturday
This was weird. This was very weird. Karla was used to having Saetan and Lucivar tromping through the halls to interrogate her teachers, not to be one of the teachers about to be interrogated. Sitting behind her desk, she made sure to have some papers out that she could shuffle through in order to look appropriately busy and important.
She'd decided that if any parents asked her questions she couldn't answer, she was just going to lie. Lie creatively and well. Sure, she'd gone to college. Graduated Magma Come Loudly, or whatever. Experience? Loads of it! Her age? None of your damn business, that was how old.
Maybe she'd send the adults she didn't like to Hannibal. Or Eric. With little signs that said, 'I'm delicious!'
Yup, this was how your teacher prepared to meet your parents, class. By making plans to have them eaten.
Look, everyone needed a hobby.
[Open to everyone, guests, students, and teachers alike! Will pick up pings in when awake!]
She'd decided that if any parents asked her questions she couldn't answer, she was just going to lie. Lie creatively and well. Sure, she'd gone to college. Graduated Magma Come Loudly, or whatever. Experience? Loads of it! Her age? None of your damn business, that was how old.
Maybe she'd send the adults she didn't like to Hannibal. Or Eric. With little signs that said, 'I'm delicious!'
Yup, this was how your teacher prepared to meet your parents, class. By making plans to have them eaten.
Look, everyone needed a hobby.
[Open to everyone, guests, students, and teachers alike! Will pick up pings in when awake!]