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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.
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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!]
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Or go ahead and visit with one another, or side-eye the burning man from London as he totally doesn't nap at his desk, dammit.
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You really didn't have to tell Astrid twice. And it was an effective distraction for her, because she felt almost tempted to see if Jono needed her to go on a coffee run for him or anything (did he even drink coffee, all things considered?), but....drawing. Yeah, she'd stay and sketch, even if pretty much all she did for most of the day was stay somewhere and sketch, but that was her preferred status, okay?
Even if she did struggle a little with the subject matter. Fashion for Astrid was usually just hand-me-downs from her mother and things that she hadn't completely grown out of yet, the occasional item here and there when her mother was in a mood to go shopping or actually noticed that her shorts didn't really fit any more and she needed new ones. And she was good at drawing things she could see, but struggled sometimes to be imaginative and draw things of the mind alone. Then again, how many hours had she spent at her mom's office, flipping through the back catalog of Hollywood news magazines, filled with all sorts of fashion and advertisements?
So what started out as a doubtful endeavor turned very quickly into a whole wardrobe of ideal brooding outfits that fit the scenery she was drawing, the setting in which she would be brooding: beach brooding with big floppy hats and flowy sundresses. Roof brooding in big hoodies, room brooding in button-up pajamas with pinstripes, where she spread out on the floor and just stared at the ceiling. She got distracted a few times and started sketching something that looked like prison garb, imagining the outfits her own mother would be brooding in right now, trying to find form in the drab and shapeless uniforms.
She started to forget she was even in class, and might need a slight nudge when class ended.
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