Sugar Sweet | Dante & Catherine
mvchant:
the day only seemed to progress in the slowest of motions, having been mentally burned out from previous classes serves as the predominant explanation for a virtually fatigued frame dragging into the demonology classroom. normally catherine would be ecstatic to step foot inside, for it was never a bore to hear about her own species ( it was like her ears were ringing !! ) ââ alas, all that beheld conscience was slumber, a lengthy one at that. absentmindedly, attention disregarded the secondary presence and kept itself at the assigned desk to place her bag atop ; her back is turned to whatever could cross in her direction, yet it did not halt the open query that cut through the air, prompting awareness and scrutiny to settle upon the masculine profile ahead. heâs pretty hot, inner thought confesses, but it only generated the question of his stance in the class : was he the teacher? another student? how rebellious of either sort to be eating in the classroom to begin with. digits swipe eyelids and cranium shakes, the return of the plastered smile setting forth, â no, I just came to class early. â frame ensconces itself into the chair for arms to rest upon the bag, sheâs commencing observation of the gunmetal-tressed individual and the dessert he took his time consuming before recollection begins to serve : there was stray talk about a new professor coming into the class ââ if he was that mystery teacher, it was a job well done. is it a psychological method that if an instructor is captivating to the eyes then it increases oneâs attention and urge to learn? how clever of an advance. â soooo, I take it youâre the new demonology teacher? iâm catherine, you should do fine teaching this class, iâll be sure to listen â well, as long as youâre giving out desserts like that at the end of the class period. ~ Â â
Dante examined the student a bit closer so he could remember the name. Of course, she was certainly... unique in appearance, so he doubted he could forget. She was strikingly attractive, though Dante couldnât put his finger on why. That wasnât all; the more he looked, the more ambiguous her age became. The fact still stood that she was a student, however.
âEarly? Rare to see someone with punctuality like that,â he noted. The time dictated that class didnât start for another 5 minutes, and if he was being honest, even Dante wouldnât have gotten to class that early if he hadnât have eaten his âlunchâ in his room.
Dante laughed upon hearing what Catherine had to say next. The half-demon himself could be a bit of a flirt from time to time (and especially so in his younger days) but he didnât particularly want to risk his newfound job in this world over something so... scandalous.
âAre you this bold with your other teachers? Sorry to say, but Iâd like to stay out of trouble with the higher ups.âÂ














