Ah, morning. Truly it was the most wondrous time of the day. The warm rays of the sun peeking out past the cool grip of night. The birds singing, eagerly working through the dawn. Scratch allowed himself a placated smile, today was going to be a good day, thought he. A summons from the Dean-Executive herself came to him, a parent teacher conference. He checked the time, the letter in hand as he sipped on some coffee. It was set for nine in the morning, and it was six twenty-seven in the morning. He chuckled as he stood up, taking his coffee with him and gathering a few tools. He stepped out, briefcase in hand and began to walk, fluidly leaning down to scoop today's paper up. "Oh, the graduation ceremony was in utter chaos." He said, muttering to himself. It was to be expected, he thought. Having Eridan and Caliborn together in the same place would undoubtedly spell disaster. Tucking the paper under his arm, the same one that had the briefcase in hand, he made his way to the conference spot. He was early, he knew. But a truly prudent man always ensures he makes his appointments. While he waited, he began to do some adjustments to his arm. The faux skin, parted under blade, dangled limply from the metal frame. He sat there, waiting for his meeting partner to show up, adjusting the hydraulics on his arms until it was satisfactory. It never was.

It was a common sight to see Doctor Edward Thomas Ebenezer Scratch moving about the campus grounds, carrying odds and ends. Seldom does he ever really bring anything into a dorm, but today was such a day. Caliborn, as insufferable as always, demanded that scratch go out and fetch little things here and there that didn’t take much effort but was quite time consuming. A pack of flour, Some more ammunition, his package from the mailing system. Scratch wasn’t a particularly busy man, But he did have his own studies to conduct.  With that being said, he was always on the look out for those who needed his help, through one way or another. He wandered throughout the campus to begin with, trying to find anyone who looked like they’d be amiable to his line of word. Sadly, with how he looked and moved, people gave him a wide berth looking upon him in revulsion. He allowed himself an inward smirk for this, deciding that their reaction was pleasing. When he finally got there to his Charge’s dormitory, he was met with the sight of a barely dressed woman, in short fitting shorts and a Sports bra. To any hot-blooded teenager who was interested in such things, This surely would have been an appealing sight. As it stands, there was only one thing Scratch was interested in. The scarring around her waist. With a daring smile, he began to go about setting down everything he was sent to retrieve before he smiled to her. “Evening.” He said, his warm and tired tones meeting with the air. “I see they’ve not fixed the air conditioning. I should purchase a window unit.” He offered. Small talk, to warm her up to the idea of conversation.

Good times, those were.