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]

"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.