Post by Jessu on Jul 29, 2023 20:31:49 GMT
I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?
Daphne Devereaux
“And as the great Michaelangelo always espoused…” The French fox finding that she was enjoying the institution of education far more than she had ever seemed to expect or even hope for, if nothing else it was a fine way for Daphne Devereaux to pass along the various quotations of renown which seemed to have been etched into her mind, and with any luck something which might have just sparked something within one or two successors to her craft as well.
“One sees the subject in the stone or canvas, and then merely works to set it free~?” The job certainly having its perks this way even if there were a share of chores to come along with it as well, like spending her evening with a lofty pile of marking when she would rather be soaking in a nice bubble bath with a glass of something in hand, ultimately it was a step outside her comfort zone which had seemed to help her define herself that much better even this early in her career, and she was only just getting started really.
“Looks like that's lunch time, eh?” Almost feeling like she was engaged in something which seemed to always leave her wanting that little bit more and nothing seeming to define that better than the jangle of a bell which served to signal the end of this little period, the black beauty let loose a breath and smoothed out her dress as she observed the implication of the hour, and then placed her pen down upon the desk nearby.
“Well, I shall look forward to seeing what you young minds let loose into the world next time, eh?” Marching around the tabletop soon afterward and slowly resting her rear upon it as she looked across the faces before her who she was finally starting to demonstrate some semblance of familiarity with, with a smile and a shake of her head the siren dismissed these no doubt hungry youngsters to go and fill their bellies, yet as she did so she couldn't help but focus upon one in their number with a greater degree of scrutiny.
Yes, I suppose it's about time we… The difference between them almost seeming like night and day aside from a commonality in the colour in their locks, Miss Devereaux hummed for a second as she looked over the messy mane of a figure on the cusp of manhood, and waited for him to pass by her desk before raising her voice just enough to expect his attention as well.
“Monsieur Kaito, do you have a moment…?” Folding her arms across her chest and squeezing them together as she bade for the boy to wait behind after the rest of his cohorts, she knew they had matters to discuss that certainly didn't want or need gossiping about by the wider populace, and so she offered an innocent enough invitation to do so. After all, anyone watching this scene would see it as no different from a typical student and teacher interaction, right~?
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