unwelcome contention (closed)
The pamphlets for Tancho bragged of a beautiful oceanside scenery and stunning sunrises and sunsets, and Dick Gumshoe couldn't agree more as he walked out onto the premises of Tancho Academy, the buildings bathed in an orange-gold glow. It was late afternoon, a very, as Dick put it, 'romantic' hour—and Dick had marked this afternoon in advance as the perfect date to give his U.S. History and Practical Survival teacher Mr. Kenway that gift he'd found during class.
Just a few days ago, while out in the trees during Practical Survival, he had happened upon a rather attractive small knot in a tree and had used the carving skills he'd learned in the course to remove it. Today was the day the weather forecast said would be the best in the upcoming week; partly cloudy, low humidity, a gentle breeze. Everything was perfect. Perfect! Gumshoe thought to himself, almost out loud, as he walked down the hallways to the room of his (not-so-) secret teacher crush. The door was wide open, and, excitedly, he turned into the classroom, belting out the carefully-worded verses he'd recited over and over to himself:
"Excuse me, Mr. Kenway, sir, I found something in our class the other day and I thought you might-"
He stopped. The enthusiasm and jubilation on the junior's face quickly faded as he took note of the unfamiliar figure sitting at the teacher's desk. HIS teacher's teacher's desk, in fact. Mr. Kenway was not here. Gumshoe took one more look around the classroom—No, Connor Kenway was not anywhere to be seen. So then, who was hooded figure reclined in his chair...?
"Um. P-Pardon me, but... Who are you? And... Where is Mr. Kenway?"
