kyle rayner

kyle rayner / 27 / art teacher at the academy • • • • • • • • • if lanterns aren't allowed to take care of each other, then the corps has no meaning for me.

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Kyle knew jack shit about cars, which actually made the fact that Wally pretty impressive, but he’d rather wear nothing but khakis for eight months than admit as much. “Hey,” he greets, noisily shoving a pair of chopsticks into a crinkling plastic bag of spicy Cheetos. He comes over to lean up against the car from under which Wally’s lower half is currently poking out of. He nudges Wally’s ankle with the toe of his sneaker. “Where’s your hot coworker? He’s why I come down here; he and Connor are, like, basically the only things holding this friendship together.”

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“ so not that i’m complaining or anything, but — ” connor hedges, rubs at his nape. he has a carrier with some canned drinks, because that’s all he could come up with on short notice as an ice breaker on campus. he really doesn’t expect it’s going to be all that effective, but it’s that or the bow strapped to his back, and he still hasn’t worked on a party trick repertoire like the rest of the family. “ are you sure it was me you wanted to meet with? ”

At the address, Kyle’s head jerks up from the charcoal piece he’s working on, just now registering the presence of another person in the room. His first instinct is to melt into a smile, because hey, it’s Connor, but then his second instinct is to squint a little, because hey, wasn’t he supposed to be eating lunch with the other teacher in his department today? “Oh, shit,” he exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, totally forgetting its covered in black charcoal. “I definitely sent the wrong person a calendar notification. I mean, on the one hand, score, ‘cause you’re way hotter than Miss Margoyles, but yeah I definitely didn’t mean to invite you to a ‘Introductions and Lesson Plans’ lunch.”