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Characters: Tanaka Hajime, Mad Mod
Location: Moddy's Office
Time: Some midday time
Content: Hajime is joining Mod's class. He's not sure why, either.
Format:Prose
Warnings: Moddy. That's the long and short of it.
Hajime did not want to do this. He really didn't. The interaction he'd had with this man was best described as irritating, and more accurately described as an education in how far a person could go before reaching their limit for inane nonsense. If Hajime had never interacted with "Mod" again, it would have suited him quite well.
But then, he'd made the mistake of emailing home, and mentioning the strange man who had no spirit. They jumped on it. How interesting was that, a really rare opportunity to get to see, and he should totally make sure to spend more time studying that sort of phenomenon. He tried to assure them that it wouldn't be worth it, that the man was a lunatic who seemed hell bent on provoking people with absurd and demented humor. For some reason, this only encouraged them further.
And as much as Hajime hated it, they had a point. A man with a soul--or rather, a lack of one--such as this wasn't a common thing by any standard. It would be an interesting opportunity to test his own abilities. And the only way to do that at its most efficient was.. the class. The god awful class.
He didn't want to do this. But it was his duty. And he could always drop if things just got too painful, anyway.
It was grudgingly and reluctantly that he approached the office door. He was still sore after the disastrous event a few days past, and certainly not in the mood for whatever he was sure to be put through. But he needed to get it over with.
Hajime gave a quick knock at the door, before entering. Rude, sure, but he'd rather not give the man too much time to set up whatever pranks he was sure to do. Also men didn't need permission to enter, so there. "Sir I wanted to talk with you, if you've got a moment..."
Location: Moddy's Office
Time: Some midday time
Content: Hajime is joining Mod's class. He's not sure why, either.
Format:Prose
Warnings: Moddy. That's the long and short of it.
Hajime did not want to do this. He really didn't. The interaction he'd had with this man was best described as irritating, and more accurately described as an education in how far a person could go before reaching their limit for inane nonsense. If Hajime had never interacted with "Mod" again, it would have suited him quite well.
But then, he'd made the mistake of emailing home, and mentioning the strange man who had no spirit. They jumped on it. How interesting was that, a really rare opportunity to get to see, and he should totally make sure to spend more time studying that sort of phenomenon. He tried to assure them that it wouldn't be worth it, that the man was a lunatic who seemed hell bent on provoking people with absurd and demented humor. For some reason, this only encouraged them further.
And as much as Hajime hated it, they had a point. A man with a soul--or rather, a lack of one--such as this wasn't a common thing by any standard. It would be an interesting opportunity to test his own abilities. And the only way to do that at its most efficient was.. the class. The god awful class.
He didn't want to do this. But it was his duty. And he could always drop if things just got too painful, anyway.
It was grudgingly and reluctantly that he approached the office door. He was still sore after the disastrous event a few days past, and certainly not in the mood for whatever he was sure to be put through. But he needed to get it over with.
Hajime gave a quick knock at the door, before entering. Rude, sure, but he'd rather not give the man too much time to set up whatever pranks he was sure to do. Also men didn't need permission to enter, so there. "Sir I wanted to talk with you, if you've got a moment..."