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fandomhigh2020-01-08 10:04 am
betterthanaplan) wrote in fandomhigh2020-01-08 10:04 am
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Advanced Bird Haberdashery, Wednesday, period 2
Octavia was right; Duke absolutely should have just stayed home and cancelled class. But it was the first week, and everyone else seemed to be doing just fine with the whole "we got kidnapped by a monster and held in a volcano" thing, and Duke was determined to push through and be normal, too.
As normal as anyone could be, teaching a class on how to make hats for birds.
They were in a regular classroom this time, rather than the Danger Shop, which Duke was pretty sure meant they'd be dealing with actual live birds, which was just -- awesome. Sure. At least class one seemed to be porgs, judging by the flock hopping around the room. That worked out well, since Polly Lobster had followed him all the way to school.
There was also a wide array of bowls, baskets, buckets, and other small objects that could conceivably be placed on a small head that maybe didn't start with the letter B. So . . . improvised hats, then. Good to know.
"Hi." Duke waved to the class. "I'm Duke. This is --" He winced. "Advanced Bird Haberdashery. The moral of this class is 'don't piss off the moose'. You all look like you've been here awhile, so I'm not going to bother to explain that further." He looked at the porg sitting on the teacher's desk. "These are porgs. You've probably seen them around by now. They're friendly. Kinda judgy. No sense of boundaries." He was wandering off topic. "I guess . . . give them hats."
He picked up a small, brightly colored bowl, flipped it over, and put it on the porg's head. How was this his life.
He looked up at the class again, wishing he'd brought himself a cup of (heavily doctored) coffee. "And . . . tell me your name or something. I don't really care."
He really should have cancelled class this week.
As normal as anyone could be, teaching a class on how to make hats for birds.
They were in a regular classroom this time, rather than the Danger Shop, which Duke was pretty sure meant they'd be dealing with actual live birds, which was just -- awesome. Sure. At least class one seemed to be porgs, judging by the flock hopping around the room. That worked out well, since Polly Lobster had followed him all the way to school.
There was also a wide array of bowls, baskets, buckets, and other small objects that could conceivably be placed on a small head that maybe didn't start with the letter B. So . . . improvised hats, then. Good to know.
"Hi." Duke waved to the class. "I'm Duke. This is --" He winced. "Advanced Bird Haberdashery. The moral of this class is 'don't piss off the moose'. You all look like you've been here awhile, so I'm not going to bother to explain that further." He looked at the porg sitting on the teacher's desk. "These are porgs. You've probably seen them around by now. They're friendly. Kinda judgy. No sense of boundaries." He was wandering off topic. "I guess . . . give them hats."
He picked up a small, brightly colored bowl, flipped it over, and put it on the porg's head. How was this his life.
He looked up at the class again, wishing he'd brought himself a cup of (heavily doctored) coffee. "And . . . tell me your name or something. I don't really care."
He really should have cancelled class this week.
Re: Talk to Duke
Duke managed a little smile. "Yeah. Yeah, let's do that."