Room Cleaning

[derek_bliss]

It's hard to say what the Applied Ethics teacher may have been doing the past few months. One would assume teaching classes when school was actually in session, although if and when there had been a summer break, he'd disappeared from campus, off to his own world and his responsibilities there

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[futurespid3r]

A knock at the door.

"Hey uh, I have half a large pizza I couldn't finish. Want some?"

[derek_bliss]

Derek straightens up at the knock, and there's a very slight frown on his face as he turns to look. The expression fades rapidly though, and is replaced by an obvious 'oh, okay,' expression instead as he identifies his visitor.

"Hey, man. C'mon in."

He's not a teacher right now, so isn't going to bother with formalities. A quick smile follows as he settles the bust back down in it's spot. Whatever dust is still stuck in the cracks can hold off for a bit.

"What kind of pizza?" he adds. He doesn't do much junk food, but is usually polite enough to accept an offer anyway when it's directed at him specifically.

[futurespid3r]

"Hawaiian actually. Oh, Pete Reilly's my name by the way. I teach music."

[derek_bliss]

"Hawaiian," he can do that.

"Thanks, man, it sounds good," he offers a hand to shake.

"Derek Bliss. Applied Ethics."

"What kind of music did you major in?" He actually sounds interested.

[nopunkybrewster]

There is no knock, nor clearing of throat. Not even a polite 'Sir?'

No, instead there is just Kit, holding a piece of paper -- a schedule perhaps -- and wearing the oddest collection of clothing ever seen at one time. Skirts and jeans, a summer dress over those with a sweater over that. She looks like a rag-a-muffin street kid with a pair of really expensive pink headphones.

"You're Bliss. I'm in your class."

[derek_bliss]

There's a raised eyebrow, and a slight smile. If the abrupt greeting offended him, you can't tell it by looking at him.

"Mr. Bliss, yes," he confirms, "And your name, miss?"

[nopunkybrewster]

"Kit Sankt." She holds out the paper, and indeed it does appear to be a schedule, looking not exactly uncomfortable or bored but more an odd combination of the two. It's obvious she wants to be saying things but is holding herself in check -- probably due to some sit-her-down lay-out-the-law sorts of conversations.

After all, it might be a bit of a disaster if she starts spouting 'sugarcunt' all over the campus.