Oh, Tseng certainly didn't have any problems with what the... tall, lumpy mound of a man was teaching his Turk. He simply had questions about the curriculum. Being a man who made a living out of punching people for profit himself, he could appreciate that this place taught such things.
He cleared his throat from the doorway, his shoulders rigid. He certainly didn't expect this particular individual teaching this particular course, but if he was shocked at all, it wasn't showing on his face in the least.
Well. That answered that, though Tseng wasn't entirely certain what his question had been in the first place.
"I'm coming in, of course." Of course. He stepped into the room. Now he would stand one step beyond the doorframe all day, his hands clasped behind his back. "I understand that Elena is your assistant in your class this semester, Mr. Dukes?"
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He cleared his throat from the doorway, his shoulders rigid. He certainly didn't expect this particular individual teaching this particular course, but if he was shocked at all, it wasn't showing on his face in the least.
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"I'm coming in, of course." Of course. He stepped into the room. Now he would stand one step beyond the doorframe all day, his hands clasped behind his back. "I understand that Elena is your assistant in your class this semester, Mr. Dukes?"
He was a well-researched boss, yes.
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