Captain Shunsui Kyōraku (
sake_shinigami) wrote in
fandomhigh2021-03-15 04:10 am
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The Art of Japanese Culture through Untranslatable Words; Monday, Fourth Period [03/15].
The usual classroom was empty.
Well, there were desks and the like, in their usual rows, because there was no teacher there to move them all aside and create a little circle of pillows at the center of the room instead. There was no teacher and there was no word written on a board that afternoon, there was no hot beverages to enjoy, or even a note on the door regarding the fact that there was nothing.
Because the teacher of this particular class was feeling much too chill and lazy and content to bother with something like getting out of bed that day.
Honestly, even without the influence of any little mood gems or the like, the fact that this didn't happen more often was actaully a little astonishing.
Well, there were desks and the like, in their usual rows, because there was no teacher there to move them all aside and create a little circle of pillows at the center of the room instead. There was no teacher and there was no word written on a board that afternoon, there was no hot beverages to enjoy, or even a note on the door regarding the fact that there was nothing.
Because the teacher of this particular class was feeling much too chill and lazy and content to bother with something like getting out of bed that day.
Honestly, even without the influence of any little mood gems or the like, the fact that this didn't happen more often was actaully a little astonishing.

Sign In - AoJCtUW, 03/15.
Re: Sign In - AoJCtUW, 03/15.
Class? -- AoJCtUW, 03/15.
There was no teacher, there was not going to be a teacher, and there was no underlying hidden lesson in that, except maybe that beds were comfy and naps were awesome.
Re: Class? -- AoJCtUW, 03/15.
Still. Unbelievable.
OOC - AoJCtUW, 03/15.