And, finally, my last ((currently)) student counselor piece. This one is for Jordan...you know who you are, you doggy-haired manga thief!
An announcement: I've recently watched the entire Fruits Basket series, and I'm thinking about putting up a story in that subject...ah...((sigh))...Kyo. Yuki. Shigure. Hatori. Haru. Akito(male). Ayame. Ahh...I'm in love! But still, my Knives and my Legato will remain the highest--or, at least, near the top--in my fickle, unfaithful heart!
So read!
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As Jordan made his way downstairs towards the counselor's office, he wondered who he would get. All the usual counselors were gone, and a sub had been called in from somewhere.
He reached the door, and pushed it open, then glanced around. A large cross sat wrapped in a white cloth and strapped with leather in the corner; he frowned, and wondered if the counselor was a Jesus fanatic.
"Come in," a gruff voice said. He looked around and saw a man sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette. Surprise went through him again; a teacher smoking? "Sit down, kid," he added. "My name's Wolfwood."
Jordan raised an eyebrow at the name, but he took a seat across from the man anyways, and waited. Finally he added, to break the silence, "Are you allowed to smoke in here?"
The man gave him a look, took one final drag off his cigarette, and snubbed it out in an ashtray on the desk. It was already filled with numerous cigarette butts and ash. Then there was silence again. Jordan waited.
Wolfwood waited too. Then he seemed to realize his job, and he said, "Oh--uh, er, what are your problems?"
Jordan paused, as if thinking about it, then he started, "Well, last Monday--"
"I really don't care," Wolfwood interrupted, and started on a new cigarette.