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[goddamngrenades]

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Schoolteacher AU

[goddamngrenades]

New job, new school and it's supposed to be cake. They're gradeschoolers. It's a simple gig and supposed to be good for, well, getting him used to people again.

This is a terrible idea and can only end badly but until that happens he's just gonna do as best he can. Sit behind the desk, keep his bad eye to the wall so it doesn't bug the kids and the kids don't startle him, check in books, check out books. Easy peasy. Hell they even let him listen to music when it's slow, which it isn't since they've got a class coming in. Martha's out sick so he's at the front today away from his little nook and his wall and he's open on all sides and hello tall drink of water. The reflex to flirt kicked past the instinct to panic and he responds with a wide smile. "Hey yourself. Having fun with the herd?"

Schoolteacher AU

[bothbarrels]

He chuckles. "They certainly are a handful. I wouldn't have it any other way, though." He has to stop a child from running by just then but for the most part everyone's behaving and enjoying choosing something to read, it seems. For now he decides to continue hanging by the desk. "Kids need their creativity," he continues.

[goddamngrenades]

"Keeps them innocent. Ish." He leans back to peer around the guy, good eye narrowed. "Looks like someone's trying to climb on a table. You wanna say something or should I be the bad guy?"

[bothbarrels]

Drew's closer than the other man, who would have to come around his desk, so he just shakes his head and walks over to the kid to coax him down. After a little more child-wrangling he returns. "Are you our reader today?" he asks. Usually Martha read to the kids but she clearly isn't here.

[goddamngrenades]

"...Reader?" Okay that- that he hadn't known about but now that he thinks about it usually the kids do get a list of books to choose from and someone has to read it and Martha isn't IN today so that leaves.


him.


Fuck.

"Oh. Oh sh- sugar. Sweet, sweet sugar." He clamps a hand over his mouth at the near slip. Okay. Reading in front of kids. he can do this.

[bothbarrels]

He chuckles at the mistake and waves over toward the rocking chair which is set up in the open part of the floor. "I could always do it, if that's putting you on the spot," he says.

[goddamngrenades]

"...Yeah I- I'm not really..." Certified isn't the right word but it's not all that far off. "comfortable. Reading in front of people. Or with crowds. It's um. why I'm usually in the corner."

[bothbarrels]

He offers a comforting smile. "It's all right, I understand," he says. "I suppose I can read to them myself this time."

[goddamngrenades]

"...Do you mind? I= um. Crowds make me sort of. Anxious." That's the best way to put it, really.

[bothbarrels]

"It's all right, I understand." Children are a lot to deal with to begin with. Add in social anxiety and, well, he's sure that's not what this guy signed up for. "We'll be back after reading time to check the books out. I'll make sure they're orderly in line."

[goddamngrenades]

His shoulders drop down from where they'd ratcheted up at the thought of having to read in front of kids and- damn if that isn't pathetic. He was good with kids before, great in fact! And now he can't handle them in groups larger than three and even then three's a struggle. York covers his brief bout of maudlin self loathing with a cleared throat and slight shrug, smile tugging crooked and wry at the scarred corner of his mouth. "Thanks, man. We'll get you back to class on time, cross my heart."