Playing with Fire (Cassi, Open)

[Kyung Minn]

This was an experiment. One that Kyung hoped would go as well as it could. He had taught many classes for people of all ages at his glass blowing shop, but this would be the first time he had done it on Hammel campus. He had spoken to some old friends from back in his old school days that were working as staff there now, and somehow they come up with the idea for him to host a class at the school. And, eventually, he had agreed. They had given him one of the club meeting rooms to use, one that was mostly free of any potential fire hazards, thankfully.

So now, he was setting up an assortment of tools and equipment for the students to use. He would be doing very simple, easy lessons today, nothing too dangerous or difficult. In fact, he would be doing most of the glass blowing himself; it was more of a demonstration than an intensive hands-on class. The students would get to try using the machinery and make something small and simple, but that was about it.

His hair was its usual messy dark-brownish self, and Kyung had dressed casually in a light t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans. It was about ten minutes before the class was scheduled to start; the young man hoped at least someone would show up. He wasn't expecting a lot, so he would be happy with just one.

[Jeffrey Dougal]

According to his trainer, Jeff had to do this. It wasn't a punishment, but Jeff had since receded into his dorm room unless he was in class or eating and didn't communicate with anyone unless he had to. 'Since when?' Since his relationship with Juniper ended. He just couldn't....do. Anything. He didn't want to.

He did what he had to, and that was it. So that was why his trainer was forcing him into this social situation with the glass-blower guy.

As sullen as any teenager with a broken heart could possibly be, Jeff pulled himself together into a quick outfit and walked his sorry butt from his dorm to the club room that his trainer had directed him.

When he looked in the door he winced at being the only student there, but then again that was a good thing. He couldn't imagine this glass-blowing thing dragging on if it was just him. As he shut the door behind him, he hoped no one else would show up. Now that he was actually inside, he looked at the guy and judging him on his casual clothing, Jeff figured he was laid back and wouldn't be too serious about this stuff.

Now it wasn't that Jeff didn't care about glass blowing--that was actually pretty cool--it was the fact that he was depressed because he had a girlfriend and ruined it and now his life is over. He'll never get another one....

and so on.

He slid into a seat and pulled his headphones from around his ears to rest about his neck. "Hi." It was curt and couldn't really be considered civil, but it was a greeting none-the-less.