( open ) it's 19c in london right now and i'm jealous

[apolly]

A. REDBRIGHT INSTITUTE: CLASSROOM

It's after hours for Apollo and he couldn't be happier, even though the feeling of exhaustion he could do without. While it's a job he loved he could definitely do with a vacation anyway.

He's currently struggling to erase the top of his chalkboard where a taller student wrote out the answers. Smart kid, but liked to quietly pick on Apollo for his size anyway, and he's close to stomping into the nearest library and grabbing a stepladder.

B. ON THE TUBE.

Apollo has a better idea of where to go for this and that, thanks to it being a few months since his move. He's currently sitting in one of the trains, coming back from Harrow, though there's one problem.

He fell asleep, earphones in, cheek pressed into the silver rail and leaving an opening for anything to be taken. Genius.

C. MISC tell me whatever and we'll do it. brackets are awesome

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[warmheartedly]

She blinks, a bit shocked to hear that since she was only joking. There is a thing like a ghost jail? Or the closest equivalency of it?

Huh. That's something useful to remember if she needs a reminder why she needs to keep herself in line. Not that she would have reasons not to abide to the rules. "Years? She must have done something pretty bad to have done that. I'm glad she didn't get out of it while you were with her! I would hate for you to be in trouble."

"And I promise on my heart, where I have a heart at least, that lightbulbs and people who talk in the movie theaters the will always be safe even when I'm around." She's crossing her heart and everything, see?

Whoops the eraser drops from her grip. "Ah! Look out below!"

[apolly]

"She was already out of it and causing mayhem—"

Apollo looks up just in time for the eraser to drop onto his face and leave an impressive chalk print. The coughing fit is instantaneous, but so is the way he aggressively cleans his face with a sleeve and wiping at his eyes. Okay, he deserved that one a little bit.

"... You held it longer than I thought." Honestly.

[warmheartedly]

"Goodness gracious! Are you okay?"

Much as she's curious to hear what happened in that haunted house she thinks the story can wait. She's immediately coming back to the ground, and her real height in a way, to make sure he isn't too badly hurt. "I'm sorry! I forgot myself for a second and looks like it got the slip on me."

Only she can still have time for puns.

[apolly]

Slip on me. Clara, PLEASE.

He dusts the chalk off his air, messing up his gelled style in the process. Now you know his hair is meant to look this way. His tastes are a disaster.

"I'm fine, it didn't really do anything." Haha... "Thanks for cleaning the board, though. It's huge and... uh. I'm not that tall." Obviously.

[warmheartedly]

All the puns. There's no getting away from them when she's around.

"You're welcome. I'm always happy to help you out." She is! It always makes her day when she can make others' day in little ways. "Do you need anything else, Apollo? I should probably leave you be now since you have so much to do, I bet. Would hate to be a bother after all with how much I took up your time!"