The Werewolf Whisperer

SO BASICALLY.

I started two new jobs and I’m currently working 10 hour days, 7 days a week.

PLUS fully booked pet sittings...

Needless to say shit is cray cray.

And I am obviously slower than usual. But I haven’t forgotten about y’all. So, if you’re patient, we’re golden! If you’re not, well.

What was that kind of person doing being a teacher then? Oh well. Kurt just wanted to get through the class. Maybe become friends with Stiles and Scott. He wasn’t sure. Sometimes when people already were close they kept knew people from getting to know them as well. Kurt hoped they weren’t like that.

“Kein Problem, huh?” As Kurt listened to the man he’d have to agree the Coach was a strange man. Very rude. Who talks to kids like this? Of course he’s used to a boarding school type setting. So he’ll have to get used public schools. “Gott, this going to be a long year.” He sighed. He didn’t bother raising his hand when the Coach mentioned the syllabus. He’d just copy it down later from someone. No point in giving this man something to taunt him about. Kurt bites back any sassy remarks on the tip of his tongue. No isn’t the best time to draw attention to himself. Especially with his inducer being on the fritz. It seems to be working fine for now, but he’s still worried about it. Hopefully no one has noticed anything strange about him

Noticing the lack of papers on his newfound comrad’s desk, Stiles quickly placed his own syllabus on Kurt’s desk while Coach was writing his name on the chalkboard. Willing to take the heat for lack of preparedness when it came to Coach Finstock. He gave Kurt a quick pat on the shoulder and playful wink as he emerged from his desk to scoop up another syllabus.

“STILINSKI. I should’ve known you’d be the only one without the brain power to not grab one on your way in. Better get one for McCall while you’re at it, because I KNOW he didn’t grab one either. You’d think with the two of your’s stupidities combined, you’d remember by now.” Coach reprimanded Stiles tauntingly as he heard him rustle out of his desk. Shaking his head and turning back to the board to underline his name. “I assume you all can read,” he gestured to the messy resemblance of his title on the chalkboard, and picked up his attendance sheet. “A skill you will need after roll call, while we hold hands and take turns going over the rules of the game.”

Scott was an excited bundle of nerves as he got settled into his dorm room. For a little while he’d been worried he wouldn’t even make it to college, but he’d gotten his act together, qualified for a scholarship, applied for a rather terrifying amount of loans, and cried more than once as he left home.

Overall, he was rather glad to have ended up with his mother’s sense of punctuality and showed up to his dorm unnecessarily early, it had given him a chance to unpack before his roommate arrived.

He was in the middle of putting the last of his clothes away in the dresser when the door opened and his roommate walked in. A grin splashed across his face and he reached out to shake the man’s hand. “Hi, yeah, that’s me!” he said excitably, just as everything came, literally, crashing down to his feet.

“Oh. Oh crap. I’m so sorry!” Heat rushed to his cheeks and he knelt down to help pick up the dropped items. “Crap, I hope nothing broke.”

“No-yeah. It’s fine. It’s fine.” Stiles slightly panicked at the thought of a stranger touching his things. Fighting the urge not to be a weirdo about it because he was cute trying help. “This is their first move too. It’s been a rough trip for them.” He attempted to joke, to lighten the mood. Mostly for his own anxious state. Inspecting each collector’s piece carefully, before settling it back in the box now secure on the floor. “Everything looks to be in order.” From what was vitally important, anyway. The CD’s and video games could get tossed back in any which way. As long as his figures remained unharmed.