swimming, anyone?

Hey there. The name's Wallace. I'm a new teacher here at Seikou. I also lead the swim club. Come join, if you'd like! And feel free to consult me on any homework or coursework issues. It is my job to guide you through your school life, after all.

[freshwaterwallace]

"Good day, students."

[freshwaterwallace]

"Good day, students. Have any of you had any further leads on the Case of the Missing Boxers? This is urgent. I’m having to wear briefs of all things. Vile. Simply vile.”

[skiptomyhugh]

"It was either Marlon or Lucian, I’m sure of it. Either that or you’re just a senile old man, which is also just as likely. Who loses every single pair of boxers?" he snorted, crossing his arms with a dramatic sigh. "Either way, I’d ask Glasses or Farmer’s Tan. I’m sure it’s one of those two."

[freshwaterwallace]

"Look, it HAPPENED, man. My apartment window was SMASHED the fuck up and my underpants drawer was goddamn empty, I'm no senile old man. ...regardless, thanks for your work and the tips there, Spikes. Here's 500 Pokéyen for your troubles. Spend it wisely. Tell NO-ONE about this."

[freshwaterwallace]

"Good day, students. Have any of you had any further leads on the Case of the Missing Boxers? This is urgent. I'm having to wear briefs of all things. Vile. Simply vile."

[freshwaterwallace]

((so much fanart of Wallace shows him being cute and mild mannered and im just thinking NO!!! THAT ISNT WALLACE!!! i mean that is how Wallace is in the games and anime but THAT ISNT MY WALLACE I NEED MORE SMUG AND ANGRY WALLACE.,.... wtf!!!!!!!))

[saltwaterswimmer]

"Y’know, I could give ‘em back, but then he’d probably think I did it…"

[freshwaterwallace]

"What are you talking about so loudly out in the open, 'Marlon'?:!??!?!?!??!?!??!"

[freshwaterwallace]

"Has anyone seen my boxers?"

[skiptomyhugh]

"You lost your boxers? Are you going senile, old man?"

[freshwaterwallace]

Wallace pouted. “Upon my return home from work yesterday, I found that my apartment window had been smashed, and that somebody raided my underpants drawer. Now, I don’t care about one solitary pair of boxers going missing, but every single pair I own is gone from my apartment. Plus, my home was fucking broken into. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you, kid?”

[skiptomyhugh]

"Uhh…no. Of course not. Why would I steal your boxers? I don’t want to touch your underwear, gross."

"Why would you even think it was me? You think I’m stupid enough to leave evidence?"

[freshwaterwallace]

"No... I don't suspect you... you have no motive. You don't seem the type to have done this. It's usually the quiet ones, and you, dear friend, are the exact opposite of quiet. Now, would you mind aiding me in my investigation? I'll consider paying you at the end."

[freshwaterwallace]

"Has anyone seen my boxers?"

[grasslovingprincess]

"Uh, No I have not mister Wallace…..should I have?" 

[freshwaterwallace]

"Hmm.......... sounds like something a criminal covering their tracks would say.... tell me, Erika, where were you yesterday afternoon? You wouldn't have happened to have been rummaging through my underwear drawer in my apartment having just broken in, would you?"

[freshwaterwallace]

"Has anyone seen my boxers?"

[skiptomyhugh]

"You lost your boxers? Are you going senile, old man?"

[freshwaterwallace]

Wallace pouted. "Upon my return home from work yesterday, I found that my apartment window had been smashed, and that somebody raided my underpants drawer. Now, I don't care about one solitary pair of boxers going missing, but every single pair I own is gone from my apartment. Plus, my home was fucking broken into. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you, kid?"

[freshwaterwallace]

"Has anyone seen my boxers?"

[freshwaterwallace]

"Good day, students! Be sure to remember that I both hold authority over all of you and, generally, rock pretty damn hard."

[grasslovingprincess]

"But Mister Wallace aren’t you the head of the water club?"

[freshwaterwallace]

"Ah... ah!!!! Good one, Madame Erika! Very witty. Sharp as a tack, this one."

[freshwaterwallace]

"Good day, students! Be sure to remember that I both hold authority over all of you and, generally, rock pretty damn hard."

[skiptomyhugh]

He wasn’t really paying attention as he picked at his ear and yawned.

"What’s rock hard?"

[freshwaterwallace]

"Your skull, by the sound of things."

[freshwaterwallace]

"Good day, students! Be sure to remember that I both hold authority over all of you and, generally, rock pretty damn hard."

[skiptomyhugh]

Some loser named Wallace started following you.

[skiptomyhugh]

"It smells strong. You should tone it down a bit, I could smell you from down the hall." He bunched up his nose, then shrugged. He didn’t plan on falling asleep in this class—after all, it focused on things Hugh excelled in. Cooking, sewing, all that home ec shit. After having to be a big brother, a mom and a dad for his younger sister, he had to learn to do all of that domestic stuff and enjoy it. Sure, their mom was around sometimes, but not enough when they were growing up. Hell if he’d tell this blue haired flower dude all of that though.

"I’m not going to fall asleep unless you’re boring. So all you have to do is not be boring. You don’t seem…boring. You seem really weird but that’s better than dull and plain." Hugh leaned back against the desk, raising a brow. He should probably get going and figure out the other info he missed but he didn’t really care. This guy smelt like flowers and it was weird and stupid and intriguing all at once. 

"So how long have you taught here? You look young but at the same time I get this ancient feeling about you."

[freshwaterwallace]

Wallace pondered the question for a moment. It was an easy enough one to answer; all he'd have to say was that he had only just started, and that this young man was part of his first ever class. It was the part that came after that got Wallace thinking. What kind of "ancient feeling" is this kid talking about? Like... could he sense that Wallace had attended this school years before? Was it something else? Or was the kid just spouting nonsense? He didn't seem the kind of person to spout nonsense, but...

...Wallace gathered himself, and coolly responded - "Oh, this is my first year teaching. I'm as new to these halls as you are". Wallace was, of course, suppressing the truth about that last part, but this kid didn't have to know that. Wallace wasn't about to tell a kid he had just met his background. That's private stuff! Students would have to earn access to Wallace's private life. 

"And thanks, about the not boring or dull or plain part. Or whatever. I have no intention of being dull or plain or whatever. I've had enough of boring teachers to last me a life-time, especially after how many of them there were when I was at school". Wallace tried hard not to grin. He had just insulted some of his co-workers! And this kid had no idea! This kid. What was this kid even called? "So, anyways... uh. What's your name, uh, kid?"

[skiptomyhugh]

Some loser named Wallace started following you.

Hugh couldn’t even bother to hide his scoff. This was his home ec teacher? Seriously? This guy reeked of overly-peppy-asshole, but maybe he was wrong. Either way, he had come to ask about supplies and what he would need to bring to class. He might have fallen asleep during orientation so he was pretty clueless on what exactly he was supposed to bring to each class. Apparently there were fliers at orientation? 

Not like Hugh cared. He just wanted to get school done and over with already even though it had just started. He stared at the blue haired teacher, crossing his arms while contemplating what to say. “What do I need to bring for class? Orientation was a fucking yawn and I fell asleep. You smell like daisies.”

[freshwaterwallace]

Wallace glanced at the spiky haired youth that stood before him. Any other teacher would have been infuriated by the student's hostility, but Wallace found it somewhat refreshing. Most other students the young teacher had encountered were all hiding behind a facade of false smiles and forced enthusiasm - a state of affairs that had existed since Wallace was a student. To see a student speak his mind so clearly, so bluntly... it reminded Wallace of himself as a student.

Still, Wallace dared not display affection for a student - his authority would be at compromise. He quickly stood up and looked down toward the spiky haired youth, folding his arms. There, thought Wallace. That'll show the kid I mean business, I'm sure. He may have been right about orientation being a drag, but I can't let him think that's acceptable, or whatever. The board would ensure my head'll roll. Gotta be firm with him, at least for now. "Oh, good! You noticed my perfume. The bottle described its scent as more akin to a rose, but I'm glad it smells like a pleasant flower anyways. What was the question again? Oh yeah. Just bring a pen and some paper to first class, kid. It's all you need for now. Anything else you'll need I've got in a supplies closet anyways. Oh, and word of advice; fall asleep through my classes like you did orientation and you're guaranteed to fail. You'll sink harder than a Graveler thrown into Lake Valor. Are we clear?".