Kyle and Frank - meet your new student, Kyle....

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Kyle meets Frank face to face, and it is ... interesting. Frank is -definitely- going to be responsible for Kyle having to pay into his swear jar, but on the other hand, they're going to get their "Guys, Shakeapeare is cool, really, he made dick jokes" nerddom on.



When Frank had sat down for English class that day, he'd been convinced it was going to be pointless. He'd had a good English teacher. He'd had a brilliant English teacher. The laws of averages dictated the next one had to suck. He was sure of it. Then class had actually happened, and he was forced to reconsider his position.

Seriously? What where the chances?

He loitered after class a bit, waiting for the others to leave. "Mr Gibney? Can I ask you something?"

Last kid in the classroom lingering wasn't hard to pick up on - and first-year-of-teaching or not, Kyle had been that kid once, though it was Sam when he did it. "Only if you promise me you won't ever call me that again. Mr. Gibney's my dad. Mads has a list of ridic names they use for me, I think they might still be using K-Gibz, but whatever you're cool with, I'm cool with." He grinned, and waved a hand at one of the front desks. "For serious though, what's up?"

Okay. First impressions time. Fanboying over classic literature would OFFICIALLY not be cool. He rose from the chair, collected himself, and walked up slowly. "I was looking at the syllabus for this year. How come we have no Shakespeare? I could kill to get my sonnet on, sir."

Damnit. He'd said NO FANBOYING.

"Because I lie to you guys about what's on the syllabus so I don't have to hear anyone whine about how Hamlet was an emo." Kyle said, entirely deadpan. "Also dude, seriously, no sir-ing. You do that, I look around for my old boss, or the Prof, or Scott." He sat down on his desk, and kicked up one foot. "Anyone who doesn't wear shoes to teach can't be called sir." True to his word, Kyle's feet were bare - and also clawed, with a dose of 'not quite right looking'. "But yeah, you guys get some Bard in a few weeks. The syllabus... is really a rough guideline, since sometimes we get disrupted to hell and back."

Frank stared at Kyle's foot. "Okay. Mis... Kyle? I admit, I am used to a very specific model of education here. I am adjusting to kickass teachers whose feet could kill a man from fifty feet away. Please don't tell me that's not your real power, I'm clinging to the image of a dude with super-mutant feet." There was another beat. Then Frank shook himself and turned back to Kyle. " I get that. I do. I was just hoping maybe... I could get something before that? Like, maybe something on his tragedies or something? I'm kind of a junkie for Shakespeare."

"It's probably gonna be Henry the Fifth. Because that way if I have to go save the world, I can throw the Branagh version of the movie in and let whatever sub takes you monsters on for the day have an easy class, and then we can just compare that with the Olivier version or something and it'll be a thing." Kyle explained. "If you wanna jump start, it'll either be that or Macbeth, I'm still debating with myself." He pointed down at the feet with a thumb, and shrugged. "And on the mutant front. I heal fast and I have claws and fangs and have to shave three times a day. I'm pretty much a dude with super feet."

"Cooler then mine, man. I turn into a tree." Frank sat down at the desk and looked at Kyle with a slight grin. "Henry V, huh? My school showed the BBC one they did a while back. It was awesome. They did Richard two and both Henry fours, too. I thought our English teacher was gonna have a heart attack."

"Well, you're safe from me having a fit over anyone watching movie versions of anything Shakespeare. Dude wrote plays. They're you know, supposed to be watched." Kyle said. "Sides, they make more sense if you hear the words out loud, at least I think so." He returned the grin. "And actual rooty leafy tree, or like, metaphorical tree? I know a guy who can take on like, attributes of wood, but not actually anyone who turns into a tree."

Frank shrugged a little. "Well. I guess I turn into wood. Kind of. I don't grow leaves or anything. But "I am a god-damn tree-man" just sounds better then "I get woody," you know? For multiple reasons." He paused, realising he'd just cracked an erection joke at his teacher, and then powered through. "So you went to school here?"

"For high school, yeah, all four years, and then I went to Empire State for the whole college thing." Kyle answered. "I'd have gone with hard wood bee-tee-dubs. Makes a better dick joke." He was -so- going to have to drop a ten spot in his Inappropiate Comments To the Students Jar just for this new kid alone. And he'd been doing so -well- too. "It's pretty decent. I mean, weirdness aside, the education's solid and the Prof makes sure everyone has pretty much whatever support they need."

Frank nodded, considering. "I got that. People seem pretty nice here so far." In a weird, slightly smothering kind of way, but whatever. "And I try to avoid the hardwood gags. Seems to easy, you know? As I tree, I find myself obligated to ignore the low hanging fruit." He glanced around the classroom, realising how late he was probably going to be for his next class. "Anyway, I um... I should go. Thanks for the tip!"

Kyle glanced up at the ceiling, dug into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a wrinkled bill, dropping it into a jar on the desk that said "K-Gibz Is a Potty Mouth Donut Fund." "Yeah, I can tell you're gonna be responsible for at least one box of donuts I fund..." It was definitely said without malice, and Kyle flashed a sharp looking grin, and made a shooing gesture. "Oh, and just sayin, if you're gonna keep on the dick jokes, don't use the word tip either. On the other hand, just fyi, there's at least one dick joke in Two Gentlemen of Verona."

Frank glanced over his shoulder and grinned. "Yeah, I know, but it ain't nothin' on Titus Andronicus. Best "Your Mom" joke ever." he was almost out of the door when inspiration struck. "Although... you do realise, you've just told me I get donuts by making you curse, right?" Turns out, Frank has an evil grin. An Evil, Evil grin. "This is gonna be fun."

"One word. Oedipus." Kyle retorted, and then flipped the jar around to show the other sign. "One box per class per month limit." and grinned right back. "I already got Maddie and Clint in Sophomore English. If I didn't have a limit, I'd be broke and you guys would be fat or diabetic. And I make you guys eat the freaky donut of the day."

"Do not underestimate my bizarre digestive capabilities," retorted Frank. "I managed eight french onion donuts from Count Donutula's, once. They still speak of that day in awe. Anyway, thank you... Kyle," he said awkwardly, still trying to get used to saying that. "I guess I'll see you around."