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fandomhigh2018-07-05 07:43 am
magnusrushesin) wrote in fandomhigh2018-07-05 07:43 am
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Self-Care for Optimal Stabbing, Thursday
If anyone thought today was going to be a blow-off class, they'd be sorely mistaken. Or not based on the fact that one of the teachers (Magnus) was in pajamas. The other teacher was not. Well. Unless she wore leathers to bed.
Let's not judge if she did.
"Hey, kids! I'm Magnus Burnsides, fighter, sometimes rogue, sometimes teacher." He smiled over at his co-teacher for her introduction.
"Cara." So cheerful, so friendly. So judging Magnus's pajamas.
It was because they were short shorts and a muscle t-shirt that said 'Rowdy Boi' on it, wasn't it? Wasn't it?
"Aaaaand we're here to teach you all about self care," Magnus continued on as though Cara had been just as enthusiastic as him.
Did Mangus even need to ask? "Which is an exceedingly stupid way of saying taking care of yourself, because running yourself ragged is a good way of getting yourself killed by something you'd easily avoid if you hadn't overworked yourself." The irony of Cara being the one saying this was in fact lost on her.
"That starts with getting a good night's rest," Magnus said, grabbing a pillow... from his inventory? Look, it was confusing, just go with it. "Or, barring that, naps!"
"Ideally you should be able to sleep under any circumstances and still wake at the first sign of danger, but we'll leave that skill for another class." Largely because she'd spent the previous night trying to keep squirrels from blowing themselves up on her balcony and needed a nap herself.
Oh, those squirrels needed all the help they could get.
"Yeah, last night was pretty noisy," he admitted. "But at least there weren't any creepy eyes in the sky."
Sometimes it was honestly best to ignore him. For your own sanity.
"So, let's get napping, alright?" Magnus added.
Let's not judge if she did.
"Hey, kids! I'm Magnus Burnsides, fighter, sometimes rogue, sometimes teacher." He smiled over at his co-teacher for her introduction.
"Cara." So cheerful, so friendly. So judging Magnus's pajamas.
It was because they were short shorts and a muscle t-shirt that said 'Rowdy Boi' on it, wasn't it? Wasn't it?
"Aaaaand we're here to teach you all about self care," Magnus continued on as though Cara had been just as enthusiastic as him.
Did Mangus even need to ask? "Which is an exceedingly stupid way of saying taking care of yourself, because running yourself ragged is a good way of getting yourself killed by something you'd easily avoid if you hadn't overworked yourself." The irony of Cara being the one saying this was in fact lost on her.
"That starts with getting a good night's rest," Magnus said, grabbing a pillow... from his inventory? Look, it was confusing, just go with it. "Or, barring that, naps!"
"Ideally you should be able to sleep under any circumstances and still wake at the first sign of danger, but we'll leave that skill for another class." Largely because she'd spent the previous night trying to keep squirrels from blowing themselves up on her balcony and needed a nap herself.
Oh, those squirrels needed all the help they could get.
"Yeah, last night was pretty noisy," he admitted. "But at least there weren't any creepy eyes in the sky."
Sometimes it was honestly best to ignore him. For your own sanity.
"So, let's get napping, alright?" Magnus added.