Office #26, Tuesday

[chosehumanity]

The worst of Mitchell's twitches about last week were starting to wear off, but that didn't mean that he didn't still have a touch of the foul mood about him. In fact, he was on the phone with George right now.

Doing helpful things.

Like going off on him for his anal-retentive attention to dietary choices. "...We don't need pomegranates," he snapped, "They're not even really food! Oh, like you need an excuse, you're practically chained to the stove."

...Yes.

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[chosehumanity]

"If so," Mitchell said, cracking a slight grin, "You've had a lot of plastic surgery done. Maybe cloning."

[atreideslioness]

"Oh, I am older than I look," she replied easily. "But not that much older. Cloning is far too much work simply to gain a younger appearance."

[chosehumanity]

He couldn't help but try to smell the air just for a second, but he'd known from the first she didn't smell like vampire in the slightest. Mitchell shrugged lightheartedly. "We've all got our own secrets in that regard," he said, "Not just cloning. Skin cream, blood of virgins, terror of the students."

Mitchell, you were talking weird again.

[atreideslioness]

No, no smell of vampire, although perhaps a strong scent of cinnamon and sand.

"The fear and hilarity when I actually assign them work is good for the soul," Ghanima agreed. "I made them all dress up and put on a play, once. Or when I painted them blue. No sense of humor, these children."

[chosehumanity]

"I think I heard about that one," Mitchell said, pulling a bit of a face. "I think some of them have some issues."

Mitchell, clearly, had none.

[atreideslioness]

"You would think, with the number of would-be heroes, that more of them would be better at not-panicking under unexpected situations," Ghanima sighed. "I was so very disappointed. Luckily, some of my more timid students did pass with flying colors."

"Although if someone didn't have issues, I doubt they'd be here." Yes, Mitchell, Ghanima's including the teaching staff in that statement too.

[chosehumanity]

"Yeah?" Mitchell asked, whatever outrage he had felt at the time having dissipated somewhere in the meanwhile. "Now that sounds like a confession."

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima just smirked slightly. "The normal and boringly sane don't stay long at Fandom," she pointed out. "We're a school for brilliant, damaged children." And their teachers.

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell smiled. It had a vaguely self-deprecating quality. "I actually came here because of someone like that," he admitted, "but he didn't hold out in the end."

[atreideslioness]

"My stepmother was a teenage student when I started teaching here, and right now my twin brother is a senior here. It's the oddest things that draw us here," she laughed. "And for the most part, they're good children. Even when they're a bit...misguided."

[chosehumanity]

"'Misguided' is a complicated word," he said, tilting his head at Ghanima.