for science, or something [closed @ egoforehead]
A pencil twirled in the young nurse assistants hands, looking over the list he had formulated as he spun around in his very professional looking spinny chair. The list he was attending too however, a little less professional.
Kerria Academy Staff -- A Rating of Butt's.
Call it immature if you will, but it's not as if he had anything better to do. The head nurse handled most of the troubles heading their way, and aside from the general check, Cyril's timeslot was most usually free. Leaving him to deal with small, entertaining activities such as this. Honestly speaking, it was rather time consuming if taken seriously. Did it seem pathetic? Perhaps, but it was done damn well.
He'd gotten a good rate out of most of the staff, some aware and some not so aware--though there were a couple blanks. His head fell to his hands, a small sigh escaping his mouth.
Really, who the fuck was Mr. Winger? Some sort of bird? Did they allow birds to teach at this school? Whoever it was, he was the only blank left. This whole list was a joke in retrospect but--damn, if that one blank wasn't irritating the hell out of him.
It was an interesting play of luck just then, when someone called out the bird-sounding name somewhere in the teachers lounge. With curiosity, Cyrils eyes scanned around the room, till he saw said bird man (and said birdmans butt).
"Hm. A 7..maybe 8? No no, more like a low 6." He said to himself rather obnoxiously.