El was, on the one hand, glad to have his roommate back in non-weetiny!form.

On the other hand? Keeping an eye on young Yondaime had rather reminded him of caring for his own daughter.

Back when she was alive.

El plucked out a melancholy tune on his guitar while waiting for Kyo to show up.

El leaned back in a chair and stared out into the night.

On this day?

It was very difficult not to think of Carolina.

[[For certain mairachis.]]

El had decided that the whole getting dinner thing? Wasn't going to work with such conflicting schedules.

So he had sent out an e-mail to all his mentees to come and talk to him individually during his office hours.

He was waiting there now and trying to look "mentor-y". Little realizing that he already kind of did.

El's feet?

Totally not on his desk today.

He was playing his guitar, but he felt that with the school board in town? The feet on the desk was pushing things a little too far.

El was very disturbed by this revelation of an evil student.

He was no stranger to evil, nor was he any stranger to betrayal. But it was as he had said before.

People this young should not be introduced to this sort of horror.

[[He's pensive, but not pensive enough that you can't interrupt him.]]

El was playing a jaunty tune.

Yes, jaunty. Mr.-mopey-black-clothing-no-name? Was playing something jaunty.

And somewhere in Hell, the Devil pulled on a coat.

His door was open for anyone who needed to talk to him, the jaunty tune wafting out into the hallways.

Armand rose from his... bed? And looked around the basement he was in.

Why was he up during the day? Ridiculous.

He rolled over and fell asleep again.

[[Yep, El is Armand from the movie version of "Interview with a Vampire". He obviously won't be out until tonight. Not open for interaction, unless Yondaime wants to come down.]]

To: Guitar Students
From: El_Mariachi@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Guitars

Students. If you personally own a guitar, bring it to class tomorrow. I wish to see a practical demonstration of your skills as well as seeing what kind of equipment you already own.

-El

Touring America had been great and all, but when he got back, El still had to, you know, write a syllabus and prepare a class.

So here he is, hard at work in his office. His guitar placed to the side and him bent over a yellow legal pad.

He is totally interruptable.

El walked up the steps of the court and eyed the sign that now visible.

Billy or Yondaime must have come back.

He placed his guitar case up against the wall and sat down in one of the porch chairs, enjoying the sunset before he had to go inside.

[[Open to Yondaime, anyone who wants to rent a room, or anyone who just might be passing by.]]