Ungulate Yoga, Tuesday, period 1

[betterthanaplan]

After spending pretty much all day yesterday in bed, after getting back from Ibiza, Duke was looking forward to a nice, ordinary day. Or, you know, as close to one as you could get in Fandom. So when he saw the zebras hanging out in the clearing for class, he didn't even blink.

"At least you all have hooves. Just try not to trample my students, alright?"

The zebras grazed idly, ignoring him.

"Let's get right to warming up please," Duke said when the students arrived. "Today we're going to try out some bound poses." He very specifically did not look at Danny if he was there when he said that. "A bound pose is any pose where your hands are connected, and you twist through your shoulders and torso. They require a fair amount of flexibility, so I don't want to see anyone pushing themselves too hard, here. You need a prop, you use it. I've got pillows, bolsters, blocks and straps up here. Remember: a good stretch means no sharp pains. If it hurts, stop."

One of the zebras came over to try to eat Duke's hair. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Also there are zebras. So . . . yeah."

At least he wasn't stoned this week.

Comments

Re: Talk to Duke

[solarhippie]

"I guess that's good, too," Karolina relented. "Just, I don't know. If you do want to talk about it at any point, or anything else, just know my door's always open."

Re: Talk to Duke

[betterthanaplan]

". . . Aren't you a guidance counselor? Like, helping the kids get into college? I mean, I'm not trying to be rude or anything. I'm pretty sure I'm outside your job description."

Duke's entire history with school counselors involved being told he was 'wasting his potential' because he skipped French class to sell booze under the bleachers.