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Old 09-06-2015, 10:58 PM   #6 (permalink)
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The day of the boats, Daxton had taken a long time to recover from being manhandled by the idiot groundskeeper, because it had been a stressful day, and then proceeded to be a stressful night. In contrast, he was much calmer today, in a much better position to keep his cool, like usual. It helped that the teacher had immediately let go of his shoulders, but all the same... Daxton had decided he did not much like him.

Especially when he kept peering at him, making Daxton take another half-step backwards, feeling massively uncomfortable. Why was he looking at him like that? And when was he going to stop? Daxton did not so much as look at the man's face, but took the rest of him in all the same, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to shake off the lingering feeling of being grabbed like that. It was not working so well.

Wasn't this the one he had seen wearing a poncho at the feast?

It was impossible to non-verbally answer the copious questions rattled off without giving himself neck strain with all the shaking and nodding, so Daxton didn't even try. He just stared at a point somewhere off over the man's shoulder, waited for him to stop talking, and did his best to hold back more sneezes that were threatening to make themselves known. His eyes continued to sting and water, thanks to his remanining exposed to the plants and pollen in the greenhouse.

... What... the heck... was that? Daxton eyed the packet of what was presumably tissues, blinking at the juvenile design. Did the man think him a five year old? Did the man think himself a five year old? He made a face and waved them off; Daxton could look after himself. He didn't need anything. So shut up. He sneezed again.

The last statement, in Daxton's mind, didn't require an answer. He didn't realise he was expected to respond with his own name, and he certainly was not about to correct Professor Myers (Professor, really... all these teachers seemed a little full of themselves to use such a title) on why he was here, so instead he just continued staring at the man. And his smile.

Why was he smiling like that? What was so funny? Why was he laughing at him?
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