>I sit still and quiet as Scaler digs through the horde of papers in front of her. I feel a bit of guilt as she has to continually do this, me being the only human student being the cause of her massive pile of work. Something to do with extra funding, at the very least.
>I try to steal a glane. A tired and suspicious eyes pokes at me from under her auburn hair.
>"Unless you're offering a hand here don't bother." Now that's actually an idea.
>"I can help?" she sits back in her chair, grabs her cup and takes a big swig of her jet black caffeine.
>"You're not supposed to but if you're offering I'm taking."
>"Well it's that or sit here quietly until you have to fill in my questionnaire sheet." I shrug and peer over again. Her hand's planted firmly on the small stack.
>She stretches.
>"Alright. Don't tell anyone otherwise we're both in trouble." She starts to pick up a few sheets but pauses.
>"Bring your chair over, you have to cross-reference a few times." A clawed finger taps the sheets.
>I oblige and pick up the little cushioned chair, pulling next to her. It's a bit shorter than her office chair.
>I tuck in and take up a pen, going right into it. Mostly questions of shortform writing, asking how I'm getting along. Troubles I may be having and ways the schools adapting. Easy enough.
>I scratch away, having to glance over to Scaler's sheet a few times. I embarrassingly have to bend my head , her bust covering the very bottom when she's at the top of a sheet.
>I'm noticed. I go a bit red and do my absolute best to recover. A small chuckle erupts from my saurian principal.
>"Still got it, huh?" I focus entirely on not letting the blood vessels in my face turn it any redder than it already is.
>"S-Sorry just trying to see the bottom of the sheet."
>"Oh I'm just teasing. I know you wouldn't be interested in a leather bag like me."
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