I got chills, they're multiplyin'

[perfectleon]

Leon is in the Astronomy Tower, cleaning the telescopes and checking to make sure the charms are still strong. BOTHER HIM.

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[toujoursecho]

That looks like a blast. *nods at the cleaning supplies* How'd you get stuck with custodial work?

[perfectleon]

*without looking up* Oh, it is.

*looks up at her* I'm the teaching assistant, Miss Black.

[toujoursecho]

Assistant, huh? You might end up doing most of the work. The Astronomy prof isn't at the top of their game. *gives him a slow smile, not yet sure how to act around him*

How'd you know my name?

[perfectleon]

Profssor Laroux is just a little spacey. *haha lame joke omg*

I know everyone's name, Miss Black. It's my job.

[strikingstars]

I am not sure puns are allowed in my Tower, Mr. Boot.

[perfectleon]

...

Sorry?

[strikingstars]

I'm afraid I cannot give you the benefit of the misalignment, Mr. Boot, which has just passed, so we will attribute it to your youth and have done with it.

[perfectleon]

....

Kay.

*is terrified of Prof. Laroux. andhiswhipIMEANWHAT.*

[strikingstars]

*quirks an eyebrow*

Something wrong, Mr. Boot?

[perfectleon]

No. Nothing, sir.

[strikingstars]

...I see.

*skeptical*

[perfectleon]

Yes.

*awkward turtle*

[strikingstars]

Perhaps you should begin adjusting the telescopes for the next class.

[perfectleon]

Er. Yes sir. I will. Sir.

[strikingstars]

And perhaps the 'sirs' should be cut from your vocabulary. I am not so old.

[perfectleon]

((ooc:SCREW YOU IN TEXAS WE'RE POLITE.))

Yes. Er.

Uhm.

Thomas.