“Thank you, Ashton. I will keep that in mind for the future.”
So that’s how dear old professor Rob-A-Roonie was going to take it huh? Niceties? sigh Perhaps Ashton did have his work… slightly cut out for him. Though Ashton had to physically hide the shock filling his body with the man’s next sentiment about keeping the coffee that he had… ceaselessly taken off his desk. “You know, Roberto, I’m more of a tea guy myself,” Ashton stated; throwing the full cup of coffee in the trash right in front of the man. If the first… 15 indiscretions Ashton made - including but not limited to 1. not wearing his uniform, 2. slamming the door, 3. interrupting Ronaldo, 4. drinking his coffee - didn’t do it, he was hoping by the end of class; Ashton could at least get on the man’s nerves enough to frustrate the hell out of him. “You know Bobby… I could actually get you those beans from Aruba directly if you just…” Ashton started, indicating the bracelet on his wrist which was currently set to limit all power. Apparently, the dean thought it would be best to start him off with nothing and make him work his way up to teleporting on school grounds.
Though apparently; the day simply had just… so much fun set out for him as he sat down next to someone that was the epitome of one of those spoiled… slightly bratty kids he was talking about before. You know… the ones that made Ashton rip up his first invitation to this horrid school in the first place. Taking a seat; Ashton had leaned into his chair and propped his legs up on the desk; attempting to obtain maximum comfort… and maximum teacher annoyance. The boy next to him was easy to read. The way the man moved his glasses at the simple mention of them. This was going to be easy. So when he corrected Ashton about his name, Ash sent a loose grin in the man’s direction. “Whatever you say, Glasses” Ashton repeated; not even making an effort to introduce himself. After all; what was the point. This 1. wasn’t his class, and 2. he wouldn’t be here… in this school… for too much longer if he had anything to say about it.
A soft laugh met the man’s lips as the man went on… and on… and on about the school work. Honestly; Ash didn’t care. He was just asking to ask. So instead of fully listening, Ash closed his eyes and allowed his hands to prop his head as he spread his body. “Oh… was I late? I didn’t even notice,” Ashton mentioned though, he opened one eye as he looked over at the boy. “Want to know a secret. I’m not even in this class… so I guess that makes me very late for whatever class I actually have doesn’t it?” Ashton questioned the man. “Oh well. Let me guess, Old Bobby here put about 30 books on the syllabus? Not surprised. He does have an obsession with those things.” In retrospect, in an odd way (even if the man would never admit it), Ashton did respect Professor Bisson. Well, rather, he respected a love of books. Growing up himself; Ashton had to learn more than one thing by himself but books did… sometimes help pass the time. Perhaps that’s why he had shown up in the man’s realm in the first place. There was… a certain book he was looking for on dark magic. Selling some of the other ones he found was just some fun; but the book he stole… well that one, in particular, was one of the many magical artifacts he had collected. And one of the ones he found a way to sneak into the school in his one suitcase.
@Skyler2 - Glasses wiill PREVAIL as his name
@ethereal - I mean… which name should I say. Rob-a-touille 