Parsnip
Lurker
Mr. Firth made a mental note to speak with the late student after class; he might be having trouble finding his way around the school.
"...Now then, since I'm simply here until your teacher arrives, I suppose it'll be best to- hm?"
He pointed the marker at Darren.
"Yes? You have a question, mister..."
Colin tapped his chin absentmindedly, the dry-erase leaving little black smudges wherever it touched his face.
"You know, I'm not sure if we've met. I'm Mr. Firth. You?"
"...Now then, since I'm simply here until your teacher arrives, I suppose it'll be best to- hm?"
He pointed the marker at Darren.
"Yes? You have a question, mister..."
Colin tapped his chin absentmindedly, the dry-erase leaving little black smudges wherever it touched his face.
"You know, I'm not sure if we've met. I'm Mr. Firth. You?"