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fandomhigh2018-08-03 07:32 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2018-08-03 07:32 am
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Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2
Did Jono look a little bit like he just wanted to keel over and sleep as he stepped into the classroom today? Yes, absolutely. But he was here regardless, because it was just that important that he teach all his students about brooding rather than calling out with 'recovering from having a sick husband' as an excuse.
Look, Hannibal might have been a doctor, but apparently when he was cooped up in bed sick for a few days, he was... taxing.
//Awright,// he muttered, his Cockney accent just a tiny bit more pronounced than usual while he worked on gathering his thoughts. //Covered food, we did... I donno... location an' music. Didn't cover clothing,// and that was absolutely pronounced 'cloving' today, because Jonothon just could not be bovvered, //yet, so let's go wi' dat.// He waved a hand around a little. Christ, he could sleep for a week. //If yer goin' for a certain look, I'd suggest dark an' vaguely intimidatin'. If yer actually doin' some thinking, wear whatever yer like. Make it comfortable. Easier to ruminate on whatever needs more thought,// yeah, 'finkin' and 'fott,' you knew what he was saying, //if yer not distracted by...// he shook his head, mostly to wake himself up again, //pinchy shoes. Whatever.//
There were days when he'd contemplate murder just to be able to drink a cup of coffee again.
//Gave you all paper an' pencils, I assume most of you've got phones you can consult Google on for reference. Design yer ultimate brooding outfit. I'll wait.//
He would absolutely wait and not at all be using this as an excuse to grab a few more minutes of shuteye at his desk, bloody right.
[OOC: Open!]
Look, Hannibal might have been a doctor, but apparently when he was cooped up in bed sick for a few days, he was... taxing.
//Awright,// he muttered, his Cockney accent just a tiny bit more pronounced than usual while he worked on gathering his thoughts. //Covered food, we did... I donno... location an' music. Didn't cover clothing,// and that was absolutely pronounced 'cloving' today, because Jonothon just could not be bovvered, //yet, so let's go wi' dat.// He waved a hand around a little. Christ, he could sleep for a week. //If yer goin' for a certain look, I'd suggest dark an' vaguely intimidatin'. If yer actually doin' some thinking, wear whatever yer like. Make it comfortable. Easier to ruminate on whatever needs more thought,// yeah, 'finkin' and 'fott,' you knew what he was saying, //if yer not distracted by...// he shook his head, mostly to wake himself up again, //pinchy shoes. Whatever.//
There were days when he'd contemplate murder just to be able to drink a cup of coffee again.
//Gave you all paper an' pencils, I assume most of you've got phones you can consult Google on for reference. Design yer ultimate brooding outfit. I'll wait.//
He would absolutely wait and not at all be using this as an excuse to grab a few more minutes of shuteye at his desk, bloody right.
[OOC: Open!]