World Wars in the Media, Tuesday

[chosehumanity]

"I know last week's film was a little heavy," Mitchell began, pointedly not looking in Kate's direction (although if it was PMT, he could hazard the guess it would be over by now, thankfully), "So I thought it was time to compensate a bit. Don't worry, we'll get to the fat man next week," and his mouth split into a slight grin, "But there's something I've got to share with you."

"Now reserve your judgement," he said, skidding towards the projector, "I know he isn't anywhere near as good as Laurel and Hardy, but give mr. Chaplin the benefit of the doubt."

He hit play, pointed nimbly at the couches (which had made their happy reappearance) and said, "As your teacher, I'm telling you now that none of you are allowed to do any kind of work in this class this week. If you do, I'd better not find out."

With that, he turned off the lights.

Comments

Re: Talk to Mitchell

[vanillajello]

"And dangerous drivers, too," Kate supplied, giving him a curious look. Shifts in general moods didn't slip by her unnoticed.

Re: Talk to Mitchell

[chosehumanity]

"It just depends on what you count as monsters," he said; if his voice turned both darker and more flippant at the same time, there was a reason for it he wasn't divulging.

Re: Talk to Mitchell

[vanillajello]

"Well, I don't think I'd call my..."

Her voice drifted off, for a variety of reasons. For once, not knowing what to refer to Leto as was the least important. She drew in a sharp breath, started saying something else. "Look, are yo--?" And then that got dropped too.

There was something funky going on, she knew that much. "I think I should go. Stuff to do."

Re: Talk to Mitchell

[chosehumanity]

His mouth twitched up into a slight smile. He bit into the cupcake again, forcibly willing the thump of her heartbeat to fade from his ears. "I accept the muffins," he said, "But this better not be followed by you turning into a cat again before class."

Re: Talk to Mitchell

[vanillajello]

"If that happens, I'll bring you an entire cake," she replied. She was smirking, but it seemed just a little forced. "And I'll blame you for jinxing me. See ya, Mitchell." And so she turned to leave.

Re: Talk to Mitchell

[chosehumanity]

As soon as she did, he may have exhaled in gratitude, not that he'd admit to it.

The last thing he needed was to start seeing friends as snacks. Fingers shaking a little, Michell resolved to go out and light a cigarette as soon as humanely possible.