Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140122020253/@comment-11588669-20140201031727

He sighed, and faced the instructor, clasping his hands behind his back, feet shoulder width apart and spine ramrod straight. His gaze was meeting hers impassively, and her eyes stared cooly back.

It took much of his willpower to not look away. Say what you want about Goodwitch: She was fucking scary when dissapproving.

"Now, what were you doing?"

His answer was cool, and exactly the same as the one from before. "Giving my friend a massage. She was straining herself trying to make up for one class she missed, and pushed herself to hard. When you can't even sit down after training, you need to give your body time to relax. Unfortunately, we have two tests tomorrow: a practical and theoretical." Nox gave himself credit for not stuttering. "Miss Musk was overly stressed. So, I was giving her a massage to help her relax."

The professor didn't look like she believed a word of it. And what came out of her mouth proved it.

"Well, I've never seen a massage between 'Friends' be so intimate." Oh for fucks sake....

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(Two hours later)

"...I hope you realize the consiquences of your actions. Be glad I don't contact your parents about this-"

"Never knew em." He interrupted, eyes narrowed. "I believe, Ms. Goodwitch, you have other dorms to inspect. So please, carry on with your duties."