The Bearded Brunette

Ryan Barnes. Former Spec Ops Agent. Middle School Teacher. [ Independent OC RP Blog. Occasional NSFW. Please read OOC info before interacting. ]

[amortean-archive-deactivated202]

…….. I’m hurt.

[formerfoxtrot]

You want to eat my son. I think I have grounds to keep you away from him.

[amortean-archive-deactivated202]

Babies are very tender and juicy if you slow cook ‘em.

[formerfoxtrot]

You're--

             That's it. You're never babysitting my son.

[amortean-archive-deactivated202]

#don’t put my son in a crock pot.

…….

*closes the lid*

[formerfoxtrot]

...

Do not.

[formerfoxtrot]

        Sheila.

[findingheavyhands]

               ”Haha, yeah…                 That’s Jer-Bear.”                              Look at that smug smile. The boxer with the asshole little brother. He’s influenced him in more than a few ways.                 “What’s your name, anyways?”

[formerfoxtrot]

              Ah. It's one of those brothers, where they're               so proud that their little sibling is a little shit.               He nods, since that's more polite than making               a face.                                   "Ryan Barnes.                                    And your name?"

[findingheavyhands]

                      “Jer-bea—-                        Jeremiah Fisher.                        Most kids probably call ‘im Fish.”

[formerfoxtrot]

                   "Ah."   He knows the kid. Loud, obnoxious.   Trouble maker.                    "He's been the topic of a few                     meetings lately. And not in                      a good way."

[formerfoxtrot]

amortean replied to your post:#Or I will devour your son

*snaps her teeth*

                     why.

[nocardboardcutout]

                                   ”What’s that supposed to mean?”

[formerfoxtrot]

                "Shooting spitballs isn't the most friendly of greetings."

[formerfoxtrot]

#Or I will devour your son

[tatteredxwings]

+ formerfoxtrot

[tatteredxwings]

"Unless it’s an explanation about why I shouldn’t throttle this student, no I don’t want to hear it. This paper is that appalling."

[formerfoxtrot]

"I think it might be breaking the law to throttle a student, no matter how terrible their paper is. Let me see it."

[findingheavyhands]

+ formerfoxtrot

[findingheavyhands]

                          “Hey, you work at uh…                            Shit, what’s the school called…                            That one middle school.                            My brother goes there.”

[formerfoxtrot]

                   "I do work at that                     one middle school.                     What's your brother's name?"

[nocardboardcutout]

                            “Is that anyway to greet an old friend?”

[formerfoxtrot]

                "I was about to say the same thing to you."

[sundaymorningstills]

                            “Look here, y’fucking butthole—”

[formerfoxtrot]

                 "I was just saying.                   Consider it friendly advice.                   You can use it."

[formerfoxtrot]

nocardboardcutout replied to your post:

"You got spitballs right on your shoulder."

          "--Those are from you, aren't they?"

[formerfoxtrot]

foundandsettled replied to your post:

"If you ask me I can’t wait for it to be over and it’s barely started."

             "You must not teach a class full of twelve year olds.                They always get worse when they know a vacation                 is coming."

[formerfoxtrot]

             "I cannot wait for spring break."                         Any week long break away from rambunctious                          fifth graders is a beautiful thing.

[foundandsettled]

     "You’re making yourself sound old and I’m not sure I like it because I’m, what, only two years younger than you?"

[formerfoxtrot]

        "Well, I'm thirty-five, and you're..." He chuckles. "I suppose you're right. I feel old, if it makes you feel any better."