Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-23309369-20140530232450

Mortimer rolled his shoulders as he walked through the halls towards Ozpin's office, he still had some grime on his face from his mantainence on Zivot, which he had barely finished before he got the message. With this in mind, the fact that he had even made it so far on schedule was admireable, though his being rushed was obvious by his attire, even besides the goggles over his forehead, the black track pants and grease stained, grey tshirt stuck out among the other students due to him not taking the time to change.

He pushed up his glasses as he sighed. "Better have some time to prep soon," he muttered to himself," can't exactly go out like this."

Hoping that the Headmaster would look past his informal appearance he turned one more corner, hesitating at the sight of people waiting outside the room. He arched a brow and looked around somewhat nervously before his metal legs carried him reluctantly forward. Not wanting to seem rude he decided to try and greet them. "Uhm," he began as he approached, he gave a slightly nervous wave," hello.... name's Morti."