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@lambofrod-blog
Neil had one goal in mind today: beat the fuck out of Allen's team! And the only way to do that is to rack up points and force-- err, encourage -- the students under his wing to participate in every team. He went all his way to buy a fake crown for this stupid faire, he might as well win. After b...
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↪ guy’s night out
@rebelcase @confidentlystylish
Only an hour has passed since they all started drinking and singing, but Rod was already red and flustered. Unlike Neil or Allen, he didn’t drink often and was admittedly a lightweight. He can’t hold his drink too well but he didn’t want to be unfair so he tried to keep up with the two guys he was hanging out tonight. He planned this after all, and it took a miracle to get the two to hang out together with him. They always got into arguments... but hopefully with food, booze and karaoke, they can loosen up a little!
Rod certainly has. A little too much, even.
“You are--” He turned to Allen all dramatically and pointed his free hand at him while singing along, “--my fire. My one--” Then to Neil. “--desiiiiire.”
He continued to sing along to Backstreet boy’s “I want it that way”, never missing a beat and knowing the entire lyrics by heart. The alcohol was making him act goofier than normal and it showed through his dramatic gesture and over the top singing attempt. When the song came to an end, Rod clapped for himself and flopped right back to the couch, just between Allen and Neil. He had a huge grin on his face as he passed the mic on to Neil.
“Sing something cool, Neil! Like a rockstar!” He’s been singing pretty cooly so far, and Rod liked listening to him! He didn’t seem like the type before but he was probably one of those teens that made bands when they were still in high school. So cool!
「 usual evenings 」
confidentlystylish:
「 Rod was taking too long and Allen was growing suspicious. He must have done something again to cause this delay and even if they’ve know each other for a long time now, it wasn’t enough to let Rod get away with anything. Allen knocked once more and called out more threateningly this time, the impatience starting to show, “What’s the hold-up, Rod? I thought we agreed on a time?” 」
「 Soon enough, Rod finally answered the door. The moment he opened the door, the burnt spell that came from his kitchen reached the entrance, giving Allen a clue on why Rod was late. Now all that’s left is an explanation as to why that horrible smell was event present. “We both know this problem isn’t ‘slight’ at all. Can you smell that? What is that?” 」
「 Allen covered his nose with a kerchief he pulled put from his pockets. He drags Rod right back into the kitchen to fix this mess with the scent going stronger the closer they got. There in the kitchen sink, Allen found the culprit to his discomfort: their dinner. Allen turned around, a smile on as he realizes they had no dinner prepared for the night, “Rod…” 」
「 The smile didn’t last long, and Allen was already glaring at Rod for this pathetic excuse for dinner. “How can you sleep while cooking? We live in an apartment building, Rod. You could have burned not just your dinner, but your apartment and every other apartment here. Did you think about that?” 」
Oh, no. Here it comes. Allen’s smile was a calm before the storm and Rod already knew it won’t last too long, the fear and anticipation of Allen’s wrath made Rod shrink in place. When his smile faded, Rod held his breath. He knew it was coming but he can never prepare himself completely for Allen’s scolding.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t intend to fall asleep, Allen. Come on! Even I know this...” A ticked off Allen is a scary Allen, and if he didn’t know him since childhood, Rod would have seriously bended down on his knees to ask for his forgiveness right now. Instead he just cowered in fear. Totally not the same.
“I’ll fix it! I’ll fix it! I’m sorry... how hungry are you? I think I can just fry up some meat in the fridge, I think I still have some mushrooms too--” Rod doesn’t wait for a reply and hastily ran away to check his fridge. There’s some meat, that’s for sure. Even some bacon but that’s for breakfast. The mushrooms however were nowhere to be found and it was only then when he realized he already used those. “No mushrooms... must have used them for her...”
“But that’s okay! I still have some beef here I can use. And pasta! Give me about half an hour tops!” It might take a while but at least he can remedy their situation instead of just failing completely.
↪ a pawsitive influence
rebelcase:
Rodney. West. HEH.
You’d think Neil had something against Rodneys as he scoffs at the name the moment it was said— and you’re right. Some years ago, in this very institution, Neil was in bad terms with one that donned that same name. A different person, of course. That one lacked the childish and kinder features present on this Rodney. That Rodney was just a prick.
“Nah, i’ll stick with Rodney.” Ignoring Rod’s preference, Neil couldn’t help but find amusement in saying that name. He still thought Mr. Digimon Protagonist is a good guy and he won’t go too far into pissing him off, but he was still going to keep Rodney as a wild card he can use when it’s least expected.
Neil moved further ahead of the line, one more and he’s up next. He shrugged off Rod’s attempt at correcting him and simply answered, “I’m craving. Market’s out of taco shells and this joint is shit but they have the tacos.” Again, more stares. But Neil didn’t really care since he’s still a paying customer. It’s not like he was dissing for no reason to. “Got a bad stomach before, too. So I’m telling you, it’s shit because it is.”
The line moved once more and it was finally Neil’s turn to order. He picked out a different one from last time and hoped for the best, “A taco supreme, steak quesadilla and a large coke. To go.” He kept his order short and simple before turning to Rod, “Don’t get the Dorito Tacos, it’s a trap. You might not be feeding the dogs with their tacos, but if you’re sick cause of it then your dogs will get the short end of the stick, too.”
Dark red eyes fell on the innocent dogs that surrounded Rod. He was a lucky guy to have such obedient and well-behaved animals. He has the biggest urge to just keep petting right now, but he has an image to maintain. For now, he settles with a stare and mentally pets them, who’s the good boy?
“But...” Rod wanted to protest but he still felt intimidated by the blonde. He had this nice vibe to him when he was petting Einstein, but the way Neil repeated his name with mirth gave him the impression he was still someone troublesome. Possibly just mischievous but instincts told Rod he was mocking the name... he liked his name, but hearing him say it like that made him feel it was a dorky name.
Was it...?
Instead of further arguing about naming preferences, Rod simply accepted this and listened to him rant about his experience. That was a strange answer, but it made sense. Sometimes Rod craved bad for pasta. Some delicious lasagna if he wanted to go the extra mile... He understood Neil’s reasoning alright, but it still didn’t give him the right to insult this shop, regardless if he had a bad stomach from it before!
“I still think you shouldn’t talk badly about this place, Neil. Especially if you didn’t get your order yet.” He didn’t want to receive more odd looks, so this time, he whispered what he said next for just Neil’s ears. “Didn’t you see those videos about people whining about their food? The servers spit on them! That’s 10x more gross!”
It was then when Rod decided to step up and faced the cashier with a friendly smile on, arm behind his head as he scratched his ginger hair. “Sorry about my pal here! He’s just traumatized over a bad serving before but i’m sure you have great tacos!”
A laugh followed his words and Rod placed in an order too, “I’ll have what he’s having too. But can you put them in separate bags? Thanks!”
↪ honest mistake
queenvitch:
From the looks of things, he seemed to be apologetic enough and he even acknowledged his mistake. Further scolding him felt like kicking a puppy… and Vivi was not the type to harm innocent animals. “As long as that’s clear now, it should be fine.” She cleared her throat and tried to hide the light embarrassment from the sudden thanks.
She wasted no time in tasting the sandwich he made. With one moderate bite, Vivi got a taste of the ham & cheese and appreciated the simplicity. She’s a fan of flavorful dishes but a light dish in the morning was refreshing. She was in the middle of eating when Rod took notice of her glimpses to his other containers and had the audacity to sit beside her when she just scolded him!
“Are you serious?” Ooooh, this guy did not know what it meant to back off. She raised a brow and stared for a good few seconds while he sat beside her. But seeing as he was bribing her with food… “Oh, fine then. I’ll take these scrambled eggs but they better be good.”
Not that she was eager to try it out or anything, but Vivi took the container immediately and took a forkful of the fluffy looking eggs. Even if she’s not the best of chefs, she never missed out on the chance of encouraging people to treat her to good food. Since Rod didn’t seem like a master chef– or anywhere near that– she has minimal expectations. She took the first bite, the light taste difficult to judge since scrambled eggs were so simple, the only time they tasted different is if you overcook them. True to his words, Rod cooked them ‘just right’.
“…” What was there to say? Complimenting him might encourage him. That all too bright smile isn’t too bad and if she were to throw him another bone– “They’re not too bad.” She pointed the fork at his direction, a small pout on. “Don’t get any funny ideas. If I catch you again here without my permission, you’d need more than just sandwiches and eggs!”
This was great. Not only was he forgiven, but he made an acquaintance out of a mistake. That’s good! Allen always told him to be careful and not be too friendly, but it was working out just fine for him! If Viviane (gosh, her name is so pretty...) who seemed like the type to hold grudges forgave him, then he must be doing the right thing, too. “You like it? Awesome! I can’t cook fancy gourmet meals but home made food is still pretty great.”
Okay, so she didn’t exactly compliment him but it seemed like one. Close enough, right? And her hostile vibe earlier was nowhere to be found now. Phew! Rod happily continued to eat his food, too happy about this progression. It wasn’t like she’s saying he can’t ever visit like this again. And it might be too soon to hope, but they could become friends! With just the right push.. maybe better food...
“I won’t... I won’t... next time i’ll ask you first, he he. Do you want to share breakfast some other day, too? I have a big appetite so I make plenty!” He swallowed down his food and grinned broadly. There’s some food bits at the corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t notice this and just continued talking. “What’s your favorite breakfast, Viviane? Mine’s sausages and eggs on the side. Scrambled, of course!”
↪ polar opposites
ofstarsandbooks:
⌜ ☆。.:*: – There might not be any candidates for the Astronomy club yet, but Gale has high hopes that he’ll find interested students before the year ends. For now, he’ll just have to enjoy the stars by himself. Luckily for him, the school has superb equipment that made stargazing even more enjoyable. Tonight, he’ll have the joy of observing the night sky fresh after the new moon. It means the skies will be clearer, and that fact alone placed Gale in a pretty good mood throughout the day. ⌟
⌜ ☆。.:*: – After his last class for the day, he started preparing for his plans for the night. He’s not the most physical instructor in Harvest Academy so carrying his bag and the telescope he needs made him look even more awkward that he already is. He struggles to get the telescope out of the room, and just as he feels as if the weight will be too much for his skinny arms, someone comes over to lift some of the weight for him. ⌟
⌜ ☆。.:*: – “ …thanks? ” He doesn’t mean to sound ungrateful, he’s just surprised. The orange-haired man that suddenly appeared is a stranger to Gale and as far as he knows, he doesn’t have any students that look like him too. “Um, stargazing. It’s for tonight.” His answer seems unsure as he tries to figure out who this man is. After a few more seconds, Gale gives up. “ …sorry, but… who are you again? ” ⌟
Tonight... tonight! There’s something going on tonight! Rod’s interest only increased and he doesn’t even notice the confusion he caused the poor librarian. Instead, he invited himself to this stargazing activity without a second thought, "Cool! Can I join? I’ll help you out, I promise!”
Then came the librarian’s inquiry about Rod, to which he replied with a big, excited grin, “Name’s Rodney West, but you can call me Rod. I’m new to the staff but I think I saw you before at the library.” And librarians always had those name tags on. He was incredibly quiet when Rod dropped in to get some books for his class, but it would take a lot to forget a pretty man like him! So tall and mysterious... he definitely looks like a cool dude.
“You’re Gale Alexander, right? You’re name’s pretty cool, too!” So awesome! “If you need help carrying this, I won’t mind helping. As long as I can tag along later~”
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「 usual evenings 」
confidentlystylish:
@lambofrod
「 Every now and then, Allen finds himself at the ground floor of the apartment building of where he lives to visit a long-time friend that has been with him through thick and thin. They had an odd dynamic, him and Rod. He was a bit annoying at times with how cheerful and optimistic he is, but he got along with Allen and Allen appreciated anyone that agreed that he was great. Rod obviously had good tastes when it comes to choosing friends. He might hav a few slip-ups every now and then (coughs, Neil.), but he had a good enough impression on Allen for them to have occasional dinners together. 」
「 He knocked twice on the Biology teacher’s doors. Before he went down from his apartment on the highest floor of the building, he already sent a text. There was barking on the other side of the door so Allen was confident Rod was there. Now if only he can hurry up and let him in. 」
「 “Any day now, Rod. I don’t like wasting my time.” He sounded impatient and displeased, but he does so only to tease and make him hurry. He has a large enough patience for him, and knowing how the man had three pets he babies to no end, he can understand a minute or two of delays. Any more than that deserves a scolding. 」
Today was Rod’s turn to make dinner, and he tried so hard to actually cook a meal this time! He’s been ordering too much food from outside and take out isn’t the healthiest choice. Since he’s a teacher now, he should be a good influence to both animals and people! He wishes his students good health, so he should start eating healthy too.
The menu for tonight involves vegetables, sausages and an oven! He doesn’t have any cookbooks or experience in cooking this dish but youtube has been helping him, and so far everything looked good! That is, until he dozed off while waiting for the dish to cook in the oven…
It was both the smell of the burning meat and the knocks from the door that woke Rod up. Once the foul smell reaches his nose, Rod got up immediately to take the dish he was making out of the oven and onto the sink. He even forgot his mittens for a while! “Aww, crap.” He stared at the failed dish and heard Allen speak from outside. How in the world can he explain this?
“Gimme a sec!” Rod panicked but was left with no choice. He nervously answered the door to let him in and decided he can’t hide this secret from his best friend, “Yo, so… we just have a slight problem with our dinner…”
There’s an explanation for this. Not a good one, but it was better than nothing. Even if he doesn’t speak about it yet, the smell of burnt meat should be obvious even from this distance. His dogs started barking to complain about the scent and although he absolutely has no face to show to Allen right now, he turned to face him to admit: “I might have overslept and left the meat on for too long… aha… ha… pleasedontkillmeAllenplease.”
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↪ a pawsitive influence
rebelcase:
Neil rarely craved for food that strayed from his usual diet, but when he does, it was always the ones that weren’t available. The grocery store ran out of taco shells so making them himself was out of the picture. Now Neil has no choice but to buy from that taco store he doesn’t like all that much. He bought food from there once and didn’t like the taste. It was either a bad batch or he just ordered a bad combo. Whatever the reason, he tried avoiding that place as much as he can.
Sadly, right now, he has no choice.
He fell in line and browsed around his social networks while waiting. Sent a few messages to peers and boredly waited for his turn. In the middle of his boredom, he felt a nudge on his leg. At first, he felt annoyed. But all the annoyance that was building up disappeared when he saw the culprit: a St. Bernard.
Completely ignoring the stupid looking owner, Neil focused his attention on the dog that seemed to take an interest in him. He used to have pet dogs himself, but right now he only has his canary. The sight of the innocent dog pokes at his soft spot and his usual grumpy features disappear just for a moment as he kneels down to be on the same level as the St. Bernard.
“Hey…” He spoke kindly, hands reaching out cautiously to pet the dog. When he’s not greeted with hostility, Neil continued to pet it, hands running down it’s fur at a spot just behind it’s ear. “You’re a good dog, I can tell. Hungry, huh? I doubt tacos are something you should eat, though. Especially from this place.”
He then looked up at the supposed owner of this dog. He held two other leashes. Two beagles that looked well taken care off. To Neil, anyone that raised good animals was good in his book, too.
“You’re that new guy, right? The one that took one of the science classes?” He’s not very good at keeping tracking of other people’s lives, but he is aware of the new staff that arrived. The line starts moving forward so Neil gave the St. Bernard one last petting before rising and walking forward. “Neil Price. Band teacher. You should get something healthier for your dogs and not this crap.”
The blatant insult to the taco store earned him a few stares, to which he greeted back with a glare. “Fuck off, you know it’s true.” They’re just lucky it’s the only place you can get tacos without making them yourself.
Getting bullied or taken advantage of were just two of the things Rod was used to as he grew up. It’s one of the many disadvantages of being ‘too nice’. It doesn’t mean he didn’t learn his lesson over the years, he’s actually learned how to stay away from people who’d be bad for him. Mr. Blonde Hair and Red Eyes fit the description of people who he should stay away from, but it just didn’t work to his favor.
Rod was glad it didn’t.
At first he feared for Einstein and assumed he would be yelled at for invading the terror teacher’s personal space. Instead of being hostile, Einstein was treated with kindness and gentleness that shocked Rod enough for him to gawk. He even knelt down to pet him! His intimidating aura lessened incredibly and now all Rod can see is an animal-loving guy. Einstein already seemed to like him so he must be a good guy deep inside.
“Y-yeah!” Rod slapped both his cheeks to snap out of the initial shock and came back to earth. The line was moving along so he lightly tugged on the leashes he held and moved accordingly. He hasn’t made the best first impression in his first week but at least he recognized him... somewhat. “Neil Price...” Short name, but somewhat familiar. Right now, Rod can’t remember where he heard it from. “Rodney West-- I teach Biology!” But you can just call me Rod.”
The laughter that followed seemed unnatural, and it faded into the background as Neil insulted the taco store and cursed at the ones that contradicted his views. Yikes. What a temper... “Don’t worry the food here’s for me, not for my dogs. I just wanted to try what this place had-- is it really that bad?” The last part came in the form of a whisper. He didn’t want to get kicked out before he can order. “And cursing at people’s not nice... why are you ordering here anyway if you don’t like the food?” An honest question that made Rod doubt his claim that the place was terrible. He seemed like a guy with standards, so why eat somewhere that served bad food?
↪ honest mistake
queenvitch:
Patience is not one of Vivi’s strong points and so when this intruding stranger practically gawks at her instead of explaining, she’s more annoyed than flattered. Normally she loved this kind of attention but not this time, not when she’s having a terrible morning and not when he’s still sitting at her desk!
She took out an id from her wallet and slid it towards the foolish man, “My name is Viviane Ava Ire. As you can see, I teach Chemistry, hence you’re in my classroom.” His explanation that followed seemed believable and even if he did apologize, she’s still a little on edge. What a monday this was turning out to be and it’s only just begun… Sigh.
“And besides, why else would there be bunsen burners instead of microscopes here?” She ran a hand down her face, unable to believe this numbskull was in her presence. Who even thought it was a good idea to hire this supposedly new teacher if he can’t even find his own classroom?
She was ready to scold him once more. Give him a piece of her mind and list down the reasons why he should have been more prepared if it was his first day. Something about first impressions mattered, especially to teenagers he’ll have to teach. She handled the superior kind of science, but for the sake of the students that took up Biology, he needed to be a good teacher, too.
Her speech, however, was distracted by the sudden offering. Simple as the sandwiches were, it caught her by surprise when he spoke up and acted all buddy-buddy. “H-hold on just a minute, Mister. No one’s eating in my classroom.” She took back her id, stashed it in her wallet and eyed the man cautiously. He looked like a harmless lost puppy, if anything. Nothing to be cautious about… and those sandwiches did look good. She didn’t get a chance to order anything while getting her morning coffee because of the incident, so she admitted to feeling hungry…
“..I’m accepting this sandwich, but you’re far from being forgiven. Understand?” She took the container from his hands before he can take it back. On closer inspection, it looked yummy. He even had scrambled eggs on his other containers too… what was this, a picnic? She placed her bag down on the table and cleared her throat. Something was still off. “I won’t kick you out, but, get off my chair, please.”
The confidence that Rod had in believing he had the correct classroom disappeared as soon as he sees the id. Instead of feeling embarrassed over his mistake, he found himself looking at the id presented to him more closely. The picture attached looked so formal but even through a 1x1 image, the silver-haired woman appeared striking. One look could charm you in an instant. She was just around his age too, just a year younger. Not only that, she was a busy body that handled two subjects, Drama and Chemistry.
She does look like the type to be in drama...
Then there was her name. It sounded foreign to him but it suited her. It wasn’t just her features that had an instant appeal to him, her entire personality was loud and commanding. It was clear as day that this person was the type used to getting her way and possessed just enough authority and charm to make sure it stays that way. It was intimidating, yet exciting.
He looked up from her id back to her and wondered why she seemed to be so on edge just because of a simple mistake. She must be thinking how much of an idiot he is right now... “I thought the classrooms just had everything in it. For convenience, you know? I guess not, huh... but thanks for correcting me!”
A mistake’s a mistake, and Rod will own up to it and make sure it won’t be repeated. He took out his own id and showed it proudly, a wide grin spreading across his face, “Rodney West, Biology Teacher. But Rod would do just fine, he he.” He pocketed it straight away and moved over, not wanting to keep a lady waiting any more than he did right now. He’s just glad he took the peace offering. That must mean she’s not too bad! She warned him about eating in the classroom but she was even eyeing his scrambled eggs, so maybe...
“I’m really sorry again for the mix-up. You can have the scrambled eggs if you want?” Taking a nearby chair, he took a seat right next to his new acquaintance and invited himself to have breakfast with her. He pushed the container full of scrambled eggs towards her and offered it too. “I like to think I cooked it just right this morning. Not too salty and incredibly fluffy! Try it!”
↪ polar opposites
@ofstarsandbooks
Rod liked to believe he’s a generally good guy. Once he sees someone in trouble or needing a hand, even without being asked, he’ll dive in and make himself useful. How useful he actually is might be debatable, but it’s the thought the counts.
One afternoon, as classes come to an end and the students all branch out to either head home or attend club activities, Rod saw a chance to be a good Samaritan along the halls of the science building. Not too far from his classroom, he spotted one of the teachers exiting one of the rooms with one too many items in hand. He looked tall and capable, but Rod took it upon himself to approach him for help.
"Almost dropped that one, huh?” His voice came out of nowhere from right behind the teacher, hands already trying to assist in carrying what appeared to be a telescope. Excitement took over the Biology teacher and instead of focusing on helping, he ends up inquiring about the other teacher’s plans. “Cool! A telescope! You setting up for something?”
↪ big fan
@enchantingtales
You can say Rod is a bit of a hopeless romantic. He’s a firm believer of true love and destiny; despite being the classic ‘good guy’ who finds himself in the friendzone more often than he’d like, he still believed one day he’ll meet the one. And it is with this very same hopeless belief that got him hooked on romantic novels even as a working adult. He doesn’t read all the time, but the few books that he read, he loved.
One of those happened to be pen by a familiar name in the school staff. At first, he couldn’t believe his luck. Not many people are named Irisdescent Rose, and not many got to meet the author of their favorite book at the comforts of one’s own workplace!
Rod planned his move carefully. He prepared a cool speech in his head while finding the nerves to walk up to the English Teacher, book in hand, request ready to be blurted out. But right as he tried to approach her at the teacher’s lounge, he failed before he could even make it to her table, stumbling clumsily and landing face first right in front of his very own idol. He never really was good with first impressions...
↪ honest mistake
queenvitch:
Vivi’s morning was off to a great start, and by great, it of course meant awful. While getting her morning coffee from the nearby cafe, some careless costumer spills their coffee on her. They’re lucky it was a frappucino and not something hot. Vivi would have been the one burnt, but they’ll be the one getting a piece of her mind!
And Vivi never forgets offenses, nor does she let people off easily.
She had to go home once more to change, ruining a good coordinate all because of one stupid mistake. And to think she chose something so cute, too! Everything in her wardrobe was good, of course. But she always chose the best ones for Monday mornings to start the week right. It obviously wasn’t.
Instead of getting more coffee, Vivi decided to skip her usual morning rituals and head straight to her classroom. Maybe doing some experiments first thing in the morning can help her unwind… she’s been researching on something new lately and to to put it to a test would help her mood.
Unfortunately for her, someone else beat her to her classroom. Normally she’d be thrilled to find a student in her classroom, but the man she sees sitting on her chair and at her desk was most definitely not a student. If anything, he was a stranger. And was he… eating?! The nerve! The already unhappy Vivi walked to her desk, asserting authority at once.
“And who are you supposed to be?!” Vivi raised a brow at the stranger, obviously displeased. She had her arms crossed, chin up, a foot impatiently tapping on the floor as she waits for an explanation. This stranger not only barged into her classroom, he was sitting at her desk and eating breakfast there! “In case you missed the sign, this is the chemistry classroom, not the cafeteria.”
She’s only ever mean to the few she finds a reason to be mean to and this little encounter could possibly earn Mr. Lost Boy a spot on her blacklist. She raised a hand up, all five fingers spread out. “Five seconds. Five seconds to explain. Now.”
Rod was proud of himself today. The breakfast he prepared so good, if he didn’t say so himself! The eggs were light and had just enough salt. The cheese was a little melted and the sandwich was just what he needed to get his morning started.
The Biology teacher enjoyed his meal in peace... for about five minutes until she walked into the room.
It was silly. She looked angry and ticked off. Even before she started scolding Rod, he already noticed her coming, the dislike for him and his presence obvious. But Rod has a curse. A curse when it comes to beautiful women that are way out of his league. He saw pass the anger clear in her amber eyes and noticed instead how enchanting she was. Even with the hostile energy surrounding her, he can tell she had a charm and power that can make silly men like him easily fall and bend down to her will.
His jaw’s gone a little slack out of awe the entire time she strutted towards him, the world in slow motion as she did. His small crushes always started like this, so sudden, out of the blue and poorly timed. She sounded angry as she spoke , his distraction almost making him miss the important parts of what she said.
“W-wait! This is the Biology classroom, not Chemistry. I checked.” Despite wearing something white, he used his arm to wipe his mouth, self-consciousness making him worry he got bits and pieces of his breakfast there. He was so sure he was in his classroom... but looking around now, it did seemed to be more fit for chemistry...
The confused teacher looked back at babe-- err, the beautiful teacher-- and tried to appease her anger. “I must have gotten the rooms switched... I teach Biology and it’s my first day.” It’s not the best explanation, but with five seconds as a deadline, he doesn’t have much of a choice. His idle hands found its way to the back of his neck, shyly rubbing on it before he realized he had other ways to remove her hunger: food! It was a good thing he always packed too much for himself (it’s a lie, he always finishes everything). He picked up one of his containers containing the sandwiches he made and offered it up to her, an easy smile forming, “You hungry?”
↪ simple greetings
@heir-to-the-harvest
With his neophyte status giving him insecurities, Rod decided for himself he should help himself out by making the most out of what the school offered: this included the available counselors. Rod used to think of himself as a boy who knew what he wanted even as a child. Ironically enough, as an adult, his views started to change. He’s not too sure if what he wanted was even possible.
For him, that is. He’s lacking in the confidence and the brain power to reach his goals. He’s never one to give-up, but even he needed a bit of a push and maybe some encouragement.
He headed towards the counselor’s office, a little shy with the approach but he figured even the school staff was allowed to visit. He knocked on the office door’s thrice as he stepped in, not wanting to go completely unannounced.
“Hi?” It’s the first thing he said upon seeing the beautiful counselor. Like with every face in the campus, she was new to him, but she had a vibe that seemed welcoming and kind making it easier for him to feel relaxed. “Is this a good time to drop by?”
↪ a pawsitive influence
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With his day occupied with work, Rod made sure to use the evening to make it up to his roommates-- his children, his babies. Einstein would be the first to greet Rod when he comes home. He’d already be at the door, tail swinging behind him as the St. Bernard patiently waited for attention. Rod would sit on the floor, allot the time for some cuddles and petting. Soon enough, two similar looking beagles run to them and the neophyte biology teacher would forget about the day’s exhaustion and mental stress, replaced by the comfort of his pets. Anna and Andy are ahead of themselves, leashes already in their mouths. Einstein would wait for Rod to be ready and leash already by the door, ready to be used.
Once the welcome home greetings end, Rod would take all three dogs out for a stroll, maybe get some food before heading home. Today, they walk to the city proper instead of the park. Rod saw a taco store the other day while out for groceries and he’s been wanting to give the place a try!
He lined up to the counter, all three dogs beside him. They’re usually well behaved and don’t bother other people, so when one of them-- Einstein-- started moving away and approaching stranger, Rod wondered what was up. The St. Bernard was sniffing the leg of a stranger-- no, not a stranger. He looked familiar. Red eyes, an annoyed look on his face... He saw him at Harvest Academy before, at the lounge. One of the teachers that Rod was intimidated by and tried not to cross. So much for precautions...
“Come on, buddy. Don’t bother the nice man, we still have to stay in line for the tacos!” His voice was a little weak as he bargained with Einstein, but the dog nudged on the man’s leg and even barked at him. Not in a hostile way, but as if he wanted to play. Einstein... liked him?!
