((edit:I don't know if anyone noticed, but the post was severly messed up x.x had to edit it 3 times to fix it all... it's all better now though
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The smell, unfortunately, came after one of our residents decided to break common curteosy and hide a dead carcas in their room... thinking they could mask the smell with heavy purfume. We think Housekeeping has been boycotting their duty (I wouldn't blame them,) but we are in the process of freshening things up. In the meanwhile, you have a window.
Oh, by the way, I am one of the proctors for the boys dorm. Pleasure to make your aquaintence, mister... um...
Zidane jumped back a bit startled, he hadn't seen the tall silver-haired man approach. "Woah, dead body in a closet?" And here he had thought this place was more pleasent than that.
"Zidane," he said, offering his hand, but not his last name. He didn't find it important, and definently didn't want people to be calling him Mr. Tribal. He gave a mental shutter at the thought of someone treating him with such formality.
He looked the man infront of him up and down, "From the looks of it I'd say you teach too, huh?"
Clad in black and shades of violet, the tall silver-haired man chuckled lowly. "Professor Sephiroth, and Creative Writing, Mister Zidane. I jest about the dead body, but the perfume... unfortunately not. I take it you are a recent educational addition?"
"Heh heh, I knew that," he said as he crossed her arms. Mentally, inside he was kicking himself for having fallen for that, he should have known better.
Creative writing, huh? he thought to himself. "Yup! I teach drama" he said, pointing to himself with a thumb.
"Drama? Well, looks like this campus is beginning to round itself out." A little chirp sounded from his wrist, denoting a reminder for the former General. "You must excuse me, I have an appointment I must keep." He nodded curtly, taking a few steps before turning his head over his shoulder. "If you need anything, I'm on the second floor. Good day, Mister Zidane."
Oh, by the way, I am one of the proctors for the boys dorm. Pleasure to make your aquaintence, mister... um...
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"Zidane," he said, offering his hand, but not his last name. He didn't find it important, and definently didn't want people to be calling him Mr. Tribal. He gave a mental shutter at the thought of someone treating him with such formality.
He looked the man infront of him up and down, "From the looks of it I'd say you teach too, huh?"
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Creative writing, huh? he thought to himself. "Yup! I teach drama" he said, pointing to himself with a thumb.
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