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>>67736189
sorry it took so long
>Scaler was in awe. Dumbstruck, really.
>St Hammond was never an elitist institution. It didn't exactly select its students based on intellectual capacity, after all.
>But the broad-shouldered young man sitting across from her may very well be the dumbest student she's ever seen pass through these halls. She'd spent the past minute just staring at him.
"...So. Damien Payne, corre-"
"WHA'!? CA'T HEA' YOU."
>She winced as the boy rattled very loudly back. The metal bin stuck around his head made it... difficult for him to hear. And impossible for him to see.
>Composing herself, the Principal called back louder.
"Damien! For the love of Raptor Jesus, take that off!"
"CA'T! 'S 'TUCK!"
>She felt her eye twitch.
"What do you mean it's stuck? It's a trash bin!"
"MAH S'OUT! CA'T GET IT OUT WI'OUT LETTI'G GO!"
"Wh-Letting go-"
>She closed her eyes. Counted to ten. Fingers on her temples. Don't yell at him, he's a student.
"Damien! Whatever you have in your mouth, drop it!"
>The fit specimen stopped for a few moments, probably having some internal war about his prize in the trash. With no small amount of rattling and a small thunk, Damien acceded, the bin immediately falling from his snout and onto the floor of the office.
>And what stared back at Principle Scaler was... vacant. Glassy eyes. A confident, friendly smile. Teeth peeking out just past the lips. The trendiest haircut for the youths today.
"Thanks, Principal Scaler. I really wanted to win that bet with Olivia, but... y'know, it was getting really muggy in there. Also, are your ears ringing too?"
>The older woman paused, chewing her lips as the boy spoke. Whatever frustration or resentment she felt inside vanished pretty quickly. Oh, if she were a decade younger...
>What are you thinking? Get your mind out of the gutter. He's a high-schooler for God's sake. Straightening up and clearing her throat, she gets back to business.
sorry it took so long
>Scaler was in awe. Dumbstruck, really.
>St Hammond was never an elitist institution. It didn't exactly select its students based on intellectual capacity, after all.
>But the broad-shouldered young man sitting across from her may very well be the dumbest student she's ever seen pass through these halls. She'd spent the past minute just staring at him.
"...So. Damien Payne, corre-"
"WHA'!? CA'T HEA' YOU."
>She winced as the boy rattled very loudly back. The metal bin stuck around his head made it... difficult for him to hear. And impossible for him to see.
>Composing herself, the Principal called back louder.
"Damien! For the love of Raptor Jesus, take that off!"
"CA'T! 'S 'TUCK!"
>She felt her eye twitch.
"What do you mean it's stuck? It's a trash bin!"
"MAH S'OUT! CA'T GET IT OUT WI'OUT LETTI'G GO!"
"Wh-Letting go-"
>She closed her eyes. Counted to ten. Fingers on her temples. Don't yell at him, he's a student.
"Damien! Whatever you have in your mouth, drop it!"
>The fit specimen stopped for a few moments, probably having some internal war about his prize in the trash. With no small amount of rattling and a small thunk, Damien acceded, the bin immediately falling from his snout and onto the floor of the office.
>And what stared back at Principle Scaler was... vacant. Glassy eyes. A confident, friendly smile. Teeth peeking out just past the lips. The trendiest haircut for the youths today.
"Thanks, Principal Scaler. I really wanted to win that bet with Olivia, but... y'know, it was getting really muggy in there. Also, are your ears ringing too?"
>The older woman paused, chewing her lips as the boy spoke. Whatever frustration or resentment she felt inside vanished pretty quickly. Oh, if she were a decade younger...
>What are you thinking? Get your mind out of the gutter. He's a high-schooler for God's sake. Straightening up and clearing her throat, she gets back to business.