Welcome to 311 Lysgar Street!
Iruka had been a bit perturbed to have the newcomer sitting around outside where it was hot, stuffy and dirty. So, like any person with a shred of decency would, he'd invited her in for coffee to where it was hot and stuffy, but hardly dirty.
A big improvement.
The teacher was currently digging around in one of the cupboards, trying to work out exactly where his roommates had put the coffee jar the last time they'd 'tidied' up. He should have been surprised to find it stuffed inside an empty ramen cup, but he wasn't - he'd gotten used to occurances like that by now. Still, it was with dubious care that he actually put the coffee into their elderly coffee machine - it was temperamental to say the least and likely to spurt scalding liquid everywhere if you weren't careful with it.
Pfft - Iruka was a teacher. If he could deal with an unruly class, one pissy coffee machine wasn't going to get him down.
A big improvement.
The teacher was currently digging around in one of the cupboards, trying to work out exactly where his roommates had put the coffee jar the last time they'd 'tidied' up. He should have been surprised to find it stuffed inside an empty ramen cup, but he wasn't - he'd gotten used to occurances like that by now. Still, it was with dubious care that he actually put the coffee into their elderly coffee machine - it was temperamental to say the least and likely to spurt scalding liquid everywhere if you weren't careful with it.
Pfft - Iruka was a teacher. If he could deal with an unruly class, one pissy coffee machine wasn't going to get him down.