fandomhigh | Attitude: Deal With It, Friday, Period 2

When students came into the classroom today, they'd see Reno, perched up on the desk like maybe he'd forgotten how chairs worked, just kind of looking around the room and taking it all in.

"Shit, it's been too friggin' long, yo," he muttered, a grin on his face before he looked up at the students again. "Oh, hey. Rookies."

And one tiny version of his boss, which really only added to the amusement.

"I don't know if you guys are all lost, actually thought it'd be a good idea to be here, or someone signed you up for this class, and I don't care. You're all stuck with me until the end of this summer term now, ain't you all thrilled?" He did not pause for their replies, no. "In the next few weeks I'm gonna teach you some important crap about attitude, lookin' cool in the face of crazy, sellin' that you maybe actually got your shit together, and havin' a good time while doin' it. But first, we're gonna get some things offa our chests, here."

He lifted his chin at his class and smirked.

"Last day you're gonna be asked to do this until next term, so suck it up an' give me some introductions. Name, what you're doin' in this class, and an insult someone's thrown at you. Then throw an insult back at me, preferably along with," and he cheerfully flipped his students the finger, "a rude gesture, yo. Get it outta your systems now. You'll be wantin' to do it for the next few weeks anyway."

He assumed. Sometimes students actually liked him.

Those students were confusing.

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Not that Astrid needed a class like this to inform her of this fact, but this was just reminding her that her mother had a sick sense of humor sometimes.

"I'm Astrid," she offered, then hesitated, because she didn't want to feel like murdering two of her instructor with poison one day just for being honest, but she didn't think this guy would have a conniption fit about it like Old Man Jenkins. "I'm here because it's on my schedule."

And she hesitated again, because there were so, so many things to choose from for that last part of the introduction. Most of which she honestly didn't feel comfortable repeating in a classroom setting. So she stuck with the one she got the most, straight from her mother's mouth, which seemed to hurt more than any of the curse words and derogatory names from classmates.

"People," her mother, "always say I'm too weak. And I've got no imagination."

Which she kind of proved with her return insult, but, to be fair, she didn't know this guy yet. It was kind of hard to verbally eviscerate someone you've known for two seconds. "And I think your hair is way too obviously trying to make a statement."

But at least she was a little creative in her rude gesture, brushing a hand under her chin in a forward flicking motion with a bit of a mean-mug expression on her face. She remembered her mother using that one to particularly good results a lot when they lived in Paris.

Yeah, for what it was worth, Reno was going to take all of that in stride. He grinned a little and shrugged over the schedule thing, because, hell, this was Fandom. He knew how this worked by now.

"Weak is subjective anyway," he noted. "We can work on that and the imagination, if you're lookin' to show 'em they're full of it, yo. And yeah, I heard the hair thing plenty. You should see what some of the other people from my neck of the woods do with theirs."

... Okay, no, Reno's hair was still a bit more extreme then most. He liked it that way, whatever.

"Gotta say, I approve of the gesture," he added. "I didn't even have to remind you to do it. You got potential."

No, really. All but one of his last class needed coaxing. It had been tragic.

Attitude: Deal With It, Friday, Period 2

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