One Mean Ghost
Your Ghost Host from the West Coast
Dante slumped through the halls of the school. "That... woman... is.... brutal....." He grumbled, his headphones uncharacteristically around his neck instead of on his head. He shuddered, recalling how he made it to class just in time. He had thought he was in the clear... But that... she-devil of a teacher...
He shuddered as he remembered the sharp crack of her meter stick on the top of his head. She had taken offense to him wearing headphones in class....
He sniffled a little as he pulled his headphones off his neck to look at them. "Why did she have to hurt you? You were innocent!" He hugged the headphones against his chest, a deep crack along the headband threatening to end the life of his precious headphones.
-I need to find some tape or something until I can find a way to fix it long term....- He thought to himself, looking around at other classrooms. He stopped outside of one room, the door left open but, from what he could see at least, no class in session. He cautiously peeked his head in, "Anyone in here?" He called, before he answered his own question, seeing the coffee-shower girl from earlier.
"Sorry to bother you, but by any chance is there some tape or something in here?" He asked glancing at the desks for any sign of it, his wings fidgeting anxiously on his back as he holds his damaged headphones close to his chest, as if protecting a small child, his eyes still a little watery at the thought of them breaking forever. What would he do without his music? How would he survive?! Would this be the day the music died?!
@Ellie the Knight
He shuddered as he remembered the sharp crack of her meter stick on the top of his head. She had taken offense to him wearing headphones in class....
He sniffled a little as he pulled his headphones off his neck to look at them. "Why did she have to hurt you? You were innocent!" He hugged the headphones against his chest, a deep crack along the headband threatening to end the life of his precious headphones.
-I need to find some tape or something until I can find a way to fix it long term....- He thought to himself, looking around at other classrooms. He stopped outside of one room, the door left open but, from what he could see at least, no class in session. He cautiously peeked his head in, "Anyone in here?" He called, before he answered his own question, seeing the coffee-shower girl from earlier.
"Sorry to bother you, but by any chance is there some tape or something in here?" He asked glancing at the desks for any sign of it, his wings fidgeting anxiously on his back as he holds his damaged headphones close to his chest, as if protecting a small child, his eyes still a little watery at the thought of them breaking forever. What would he do without his music? How would he survive?! Would this be the day the music died?!
@Ellie the Knight