Gym, Saturday

[onepunchguy]

Let it never be said that Guy Gardner couldn't teach.

Sure, his methods might run a bit toward the Kilowog 'Let's yell until they do it right' spectrum, but that was only when they deserved it. And, let's face it, when didn't they deserve it?

"Welcome to class, boys and girls." He was being kind and not calling them all girls. Wimpy little punks

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[showmetheproof]

Scully stared at Guy in disbelief. Now she was remembering how much she hated high school. And gym teachers. Not that she was bad at Dodgeball, exactly. The dodging part was fine. It was being expected to throw the ball in the face of students so much younger than her that was problematic.

She started dodging the balls without picking any up.

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime wasn't sure how he'd gotten into this class. It wasn't really his sort of thing.

But it had been on his schedule, so he'd shown up, and--HOLY CRAP! IT WAS GUY GARDNER!

Jaime was going to be in the back trying to hide.

[onepunchguy]

Oh yeah, like the ring would let him just melt into the background. The massive headache and overwhelming urge to kill something miiiight have foiled poor Jaime's plans.

"...What are you doing here?" Charming as always, Guy. Charming as always.

[weldedtomyspine]

"What are you doing here," Jaime countered, sounding horrified.

[onepunchguy]

"I'm--" On an enforced leave. "On vacation."

Oh yeah. Tough guy.