02 [backdated to Friday]
[Action → Mayfield High, Music Class]
[it's been ages since Kaz has stood in front of a classroom. he was a student himself the last time around, so you can imagine how weird it is now that he's the one doing the teaching. not that he's particularly pleased about this in the slightest, but the idea of being brainwashed isn't exactly a thrilling one. if he has to babysit a group of kids every few days just to get around that law, then so be it. it'll just be another form of intelligence gathering; maybe he'll learn more about the town and its younger inhabitants. and besides, he needs something to distract him, if only for a day or two. the less he thinks about Snake right now, the better.
after writing his name on the chalkboard both in English and Japanese, Kaz turns around and regards the children in front of him rather awkwardly, clasping his hands together to keep himself from placing one habitually on the side of his waist. gotta be professional here.]
I'm not picky about what you call me. Mr. Miller is good enough, but I won't be upset if you use Sensei either. Whatever makes you comfortable. [there's a brief pause at that as if the idea of being called either startles him, but it passes quick enough and he forces a small, thin smile on his face.]
...It's a little silly to dive into anything on the first day, so let's use today as an orientation period. Why don't we go around the room and talk a little bit about ourselves? What your interests are, what kind of music you like, what you wanna accomplish in this - class... [flippantly, he waves the back of his hand.] Whatever's on your mind.
[Phone → Filtered to Mika Whitepaws]
[after school lets out at 4:30, Kaz mentally slaps himself for not thinking to ask the most basic of questions. he rushes home, throws off his work clothes, and pops the phone book open to look for Mika's number. a couple minutes later, he dials the number.]
H-Hey! Are we still on for today? I don't think I asked for your address when I called before.
Would you like to meet up somewhere, or...? [he trails off, expectantly.]
[it's been ages since Kaz has stood in front of a classroom. he was a student himself the last time around, so you can imagine how weird it is now that he's the one doing the teaching. not that he's particularly pleased about this in the slightest, but the idea of being brainwashed isn't exactly a thrilling one. if he has to babysit a group of kids every few days just to get around that law, then so be it. it'll just be another form of intelligence gathering; maybe he'll learn more about the town and its younger inhabitants. and besides, he needs something to distract him, if only for a day or two. the less he thinks about Snake right now, the better.
after writing his name on the chalkboard both in English and Japanese, Kaz turns around and regards the children in front of him rather awkwardly, clasping his hands together to keep himself from placing one habitually on the side of his waist. gotta be professional here.]
I'm not picky about what you call me. Mr. Miller is good enough, but I won't be upset if you use Sensei either. Whatever makes you comfortable. [there's a brief pause at that as if the idea of being called either startles him, but it passes quick enough and he forces a small, thin smile on his face.]
...It's a little silly to dive into anything on the first day, so let's use today as an orientation period. Why don't we go around the room and talk a little bit about ourselves? What your interests are, what kind of music you like, what you wanna accomplish in this - class... [flippantly, he waves the back of his hand.] Whatever's on your mind.
[Phone → Filtered to Mika Whitepaws]
[after school lets out at 4:30, Kaz mentally slaps himself for not thinking to ask the most basic of questions. he rushes home, throws off his work clothes, and pops the phone book open to look for Mika's number. a couple minutes later, he dials the number.]
H-Hey! Are we still on for today? I don't think I asked for your address when I called before.
Would you like to meet up somewhere, or...? [he trails off, expectantly.]