[Open RL] Math teachers do it better.
[Mid-morning, sometime before lunch. Renji has a break between classes, so he's leaning on the windowsill in the empty second-story classroom, sneaking a quick smoke before his next students arrive. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up to the elbows, and a packet of cigarettes is tucked into his breast pocket.
His desk is a mess. Pens and paper are everywhere, with no sense of order. How he finds anything on there is anyone's guess. There's a pile of tests waiting to be marked on one corner, and a perilous stack of math textbooks is balanced on the floor. A dirty coffee mug with a broken handle is perched on top of the tower of books, and he's currently using another one for an ashtray at the window.
The door to the classroom is open, so anyone can enter: students, faculty members, hot younger sisters to the Dean of Students. He has a few moments before his next class, so feel free to interrupt. He won't hurt you. His bark is worse than his bite.]
His desk is a mess. Pens and paper are everywhere, with no sense of order. How he finds anything on there is anyone's guess. There's a pile of tests waiting to be marked on one corner, and a perilous stack of math textbooks is balanced on the floor. A dirty coffee mug with a broken handle is perched on top of the tower of books, and he's currently using another one for an ashtray at the window.
The door to the classroom is open, so anyone can enter: students, faculty members, hot younger sisters to the Dean of Students. He has a few moments before his next class, so feel free to interrupt. He won't hurt you. His bark is worse than his bite.]