Oh Lookie that. -Morgan-

[Darryl Bond]

Hammel, Hammel, Hammel.

It was so monotonous but Darryl had come to appreciate the simplicity of it all. He woke up, walked to school (or rode his bicycle if he was running late), taught his classes the best of his ability, and went home. There was no late nights trying to work out one scene because one or two of the participants were too giddy for some reason or another. Every night when Darryl went to sleep (in his sadly empty bed), he went to sleep with the knowledge that the next day would be simple as the day he had just completed was. It was reassuring just as much as it was heart breaking. It was true that the man was bored, but he also liked the fact that he was bored.

He was sitting outside today, during his lunch hour. He was leaning against the base of a tree with his food out next to him, one of his script books was open in his lap. He had just taken a bite of his tuna sandwich (that he made, completely on his own) when he started reading one of his lines (if he managed to get the character, anyway. This was a big role to fill).

"The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that some day. And me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not? " He had spoken with a slightly wavering, low and gravelly voice to really give off the 'edge' of being a pirate. He grinned to himself.

"..I'd like to thank the Academy." He was feeling rather boyish, after reading through the much of the script and he decided he was really going to go all out for the movie. He flipped shut the script and focused on his sandwich at that time. He took another bite and a swig of his bottled water, that he had added a Crystal light package; pink lemonade. He popped in a Ritz cracker and folded his legs at the ankles. A boring day was boring, but the little things like, using your power to procure probably the best job in the world made it all the better.

He'd like to shove the job into that snot nosed kid's face from his first period class and say, "Yes. Pirate." But he would resist, because that was in fact, rather childish. It didn't stop him from picturing it, however.

Ah. What a day.

[Morgan Tonaya]

Morgan however? He didn’t think Hammel was monotonous at all! He loved every day at Hammel. He loved training the students (even if he wasn’t the best at it). He loved teaching (even when he had nightmarish students like Spidey and Charmander to deal with). He loved Hammel! Morgan was fairly certain that if recruiting ever needed a face lift, he’d steal Jame’s job in a minute. (Unfortunately I don’t think “Its just awesome” is a proper description of the school to potential students).

His memory often ran rampant when he walked the school grounds. Here he’d had his first kiss. There he’d had his first breakup. Here he’d…well…I’ll leave that to your imagination. IT wasn’t until he’d reached the courtyard though, that the memories had really taken off. He couldn’t help but grinned as he remember showing off his power to friends and girl’s he hoped would be more than friends. He remembered socializing and eating outside with his roommate, chomping down on the tuna and crackers that Morgan’s mom had made while Darryl dazzled the crowds with his vocal impressions.

Ah those were the---Morgan’s thoughts trailed off and he looked around stupidly. If he wasn’t mistaken, he could hear a very….a very interesting voice floating around on the grounds. One that he hadn’t heard very often, but was pretty sure he recognized. Unable to locate its source he just stopped and faced the open courtyard.

“Darryl?!” He half-shouted, half-spoke to no one in particular. It wasn’t exactly the pirate voice that Morgan remembered, but it sure as hell was close. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that it had been a decade or more since they’d seen each other? Or maybe crazy was a side effect that Morgan had over-looked in the development of his power.

Walking down a slight slope and rounding near a tree, Morgan saw a pair of legs sticking out. Grinning a lopsided, boyish smile, He leaned over to finally catch site of his old friend’s face. “Darryl?” He asked again, almost unsure of himself. Morgan’s hands were tucked into his pockets and he squinted his green eyes slightly. It looked like his former roommate, but the facial hair…it was different. Though Morgan was sure, he wasn’t quite sure.

[Darryl Bond]

He was about lost in his mind when he heard a distant, "Darryl?" He was pretty used to his name being called out at random times (and mostly it was because he lost his train of thought in class and got quiet--he had his students call him Darryl because he liked to run a casual class) but it was the voice that he heard. He hadn't heard it in nigh on ten years. He would never forget that voice. All the debauchery wrought on this very grounds was too memorable. Their late night conversations about...well...everything from that cute girl in the third row to what is on the other side of the universe, and what's on the other side of that. Oh, and the invention of the i-pod. Darryl'll never forget that.

But, no seriously, was Morgan Tonaya, seriously, and had just seriously called out his name?! He was aware of some one approaching, and while he wasn't sure it was really a ghost of his high school career, he couldn't help but hope it to be so. He turned sideways when he heard his name again and his face broke out into a smile. Yes, this was definitely the brother he never had standing half crouched before him, though ten years older than he last remembered. "Lite Brite; what a sight for sore eyes!" He moved as gracefully as he could out from under the branches of the tree and stood before the man, giving him a once over to make sure it was really him and not some punk illusion from some other punk before he pulled him into a hug.

He was stuck in one of those moments where he had just realized how much he really missed the guy and this was just, oh! Perfect! He knew then, that not another day would pass that he would label 'bored', or 'boring'. His right hand was back, and these halls would be their kingdom once again, he was sure of it.

"The hell got you back here, Morgy?"

[Morgan Tonaya]

Morgan would not squeal. He wouldn’t. He wanted to. But he wouldn’t. Instead he just burst into raucous laughter before returning Darryl’s hug by squeezing him tightly. “Christ! Polly! I can’t believe it! You dog I didn’t know you’d come back to Hammel!” He babbled excitedly, pushing Darryl away and holding him at arm’s length, giving him the once over as well. He looked good. Really good for an old man. Wait…there had to be a better way to put that. He continued to laugh, his bright smile warming his face.

“Man you look different…the facial hair and stuff.” Morgan released Darryl, his hands balled into excited fists near his hips. “GOD! I can’t believe its you.” He repeated, his green eyes wide. “I missed you man.” He admitted, always the one to say exactly what he was thinking.

Raising an eyebrow and pointing to himself. “Me? Teaching and training. Couldn’t resist this place man. Had to come back after uh some…” He scratched the back of his head nad blushed a little bit, looking at the dirt. “after being the other man for a bit. I missed Mom. Had to come back.” He grinned again, nodding slightly. “You’ll never guess what I got my degree in, Polly.” Morgan goaded, practically daring Darryl to guess.

He reached out and pulled his friend by his shoulder into a side hug, shaking him playfully. “But shut up about me. Tell me about you. You’ve got this thespian look going on a stuff…Still killing the ladies I see.”

[Darryl Bond]

At hearing his old nickname he grinned crookedly. How long had it been since he heard that. Ages, and ages ago. He didn't like to think he was old enough to use that correctly, but just because he didn't like it, didn't make it any less true. "I honestly didn't know I'd ever be back either, but," with a graceful shrug he looked around, "'ere I am." He grinned more at his friend at all sorts of things just started tumbling back. At the mention of his facial hair, he scratched at it with a smile. He had had the look for so long, he hadn't thought anything of it, but back in high school, he had kept himself very clean shaven. Which looking back, was an ALRIGHT look, but the women loved this ruggard, just rolled out of bed look for him.

"I missed you too, mate. College was just not enjoyable without you." He was being rather honest. He had to adjust his attack plan, seriously, once he rolled up onto campus alone. It didn't take too long for him to procure a wingman, but there just weren't people like Morgan with Fine Arts majors. He looked a bit surprised at his friend's admission to not only being a trainer and teacher, but also to being the 'other man.' That was the no-go zone for both of them. Darryl had thought Morgan was better at being caught up in that, but Darryl hadn't been with him, so he blamed himself. Because Darryl knew that if they had been together at that point in time, it wouldn't have gone down like that. Darryl clapped the guy on the arm, "What a momma's boy. How's she doing, nowadays?" Darryl had treated and thought of Elaine just like his own mother, since his parents were neither here nor their in his highschool life. They didn't really like yankees much, or meta humans. Darryl, now that he thought about it, hadn't actually talked to his parents, or his siblings, in a couple of years--not since he graduated from high school.

"You got a degree?" He asked with a kind snort. He was just kidding. "History." It was a proverbial shot in the dark because he really had no idea, Morgan was a mellow guy with a lot of interest. If it turned out to be something like the study of nuclear energy, Darryl would doubt the guys sanity. He patted the guy on the back as he pulled him into a sidehug and he returned it but putting his own hand on the guy's shoulder.

"Thespian. I'll have to remember that." He chuckled a bit and shrugged a little and decided not to comment on the lady killing; he'd been out of practice for quite a while and that was admittedly embarrassing.. "Got a degree in Theater, just like I said I would, and was in a handful of movies, did a bit of modeling. Living the expensive life. And one day I was just like, 'I should go back to Hammel'. I got my license and am now showin' these culture-deprived kids what acting is all about." He grinned a bit at his friend, it was just so great to see him! He was feeling like a young and slightly awkward teenager again, which was pretty great. That thirty was creeping closer and closer, and Darryl didn't like it one bit.

[Morgan Tonaya]

“I didn’t think you’d ever come back.” Morgan admitted, shaking his head. “Figured the next time I’d see you you’d be on a big screen somewhere…or the nine o’clock news getting arrested.” He teased, chuckling a bit at the image of an overly dramatic Darryl being dragged away in cuffs after a standoff with police.

Morgan was glad that Darryl had glazed over the point in the conversation where he had mentioned being attached to a married woman. It wasn’t that he was really ashamed, he just knew Darryl would admonish him (in his own way). Rightfully so, mind you! But still, it wasn’t something Morgan really wanted to discuss at this happy moment. Why would he bring it up? He’d always told Darryl everything. Old habits die hard.

Accepting the nick-name ‘Momma’s Boy’ was something Morgan had never had to deal with. He was self-proclaimed and proud about adoring his mother. She’d given him everything after all! “She’s great.” He said with a nod. “ s’got a little shop running downtown. Living on her own.” Moran hooked his thumbs in the belt-loops of his dark jeans. “I…I think she might actually be dating too.” He added with a laugh. His mother was still young and heart, and still beautiful, but it was still weird to say it! “When you get the chance you should come out and see her, I know she’d love to hear about all your adventures.” Morgan said sweetly, beaming just at the discussion of his mom.

His smile fell a bit, and his brow furrowed. “Hey~.” He whined. “How did you know?!” Morgan accused with a pout. How was he supposed to know that Darryl had been joking? He was waiting for Darryl to guess something else stupid, not actually hit the nail on the head. What a downer!


Morgan would probably always be fifteen inside, but he couldn’t help feeling the same welling of excitement at being reunited with his old friend. He shook his head and smiled sincerely. “That’s great, Polly. You’ve really done well. I’m proud of you.” The smile quickly turned into an impish grin. “Unless you got married before me. Then we can’t be friends anymore.” He teased. It had always been painfully obvious that Morgan was the one who eventually planned to settle down, and that plan still held true. He wouldn’t even hide the fact that is Darryl had managed to find ‘the one’ before him, that he’d be inexplicably jealous. Happy for his friend! But jealous.

[Darryl Bond]

"Me? Arrested? Only if they make being so damn charming illegal." Darryl scoffed at his friend for the absurdity of it. Him? Arrested?! His friend was no doubt picturing him getting drug away. Darryl was then picturing it himself and laughed faintly at what he was seeing. It was like a bad episode of Cops or something of the like. He shook his head, silly fantasies. He was not getting arrested, because he'd never actually do anything harmful or dangerous...

While Darryl hadn't said anything about Lite Brite's romance mistake, he was planning on reminded him subtly about it for the duration of their time together (again) at Hammel. He didn't care that they were both adults, and teachers no less, he'd still slip in little innuendos and hints at it, just to remind his dear, dear friend, not to make THAT mistake ever again. And just because he was always up for a good tease. Especially if it was towards Morgy, and only because he was the brother he never had. Darryl couldn't actually think of a time when he held any sort of animosity towards him, not even those first few days of being room mates with him. They kinda just clicked immediately.

"Dating? Elaine? OH well I suspect not having to look after you ever day has left the woman with a lot of time on her hands." Darryl grinned and nudged his friend, "And she's no doubt as beautiful as always." Elaine was the type of woman that didn't age for thirty years and then gracefully aged; like Julie Andrews instead of Jone Rivers. "I will definitely be seein' her soon. I miss the hell out of her." He smiled and decided not to use the cliched 'your mom' jokes. Because with Elaine, it just didn't seem appropriate, she was, in almost ever sense of the word, his mother.

Seeing him frown and ask Darryl how he knew just made his face frown in surprise. "History? Really? Wow. You hated history." He chuckled a bit, because that just goes to show him and Morgan alike, that Darryl was never wrong. He chuckled, and clapped the guy on the arm. "Congratulations for getting a respectable degree. What period in history?" He asked, generally curious. He couldn't really peg him for any certain period, though he was pretty sure it didn't have anything to do with American history, or Asian. Morgan just didn't seem like the type to get into it, and if Darryl remembered correctly, which he usually did, then Morgan had especially hated American history.

Hearing Morgan say that he was proud of him was...rather special. He was quite the loner, with his job having him moving about from place to place, depending on the location of the movie he was filming, or the company he was modeling for. He didn't talk to his family and he honestly didn't have any 'friends', his one-nights didn't really count because there was little to no emotion involved and the never progressed from there--and he didn't count his coworkers friends because they didn't really connect with him. If his parents found out he was a model slash actor, they definitely wouldn't be 'proud' of him. They'd want to know why he didn't go into the military like his brother and sister and he'd be left the runt of the family, like always. He smiled and kept the depth of his appreciation out of his expression. He didn't want this reunion to turn into some, 'no I love you, bro' sort of thing. Darryl laughed out loud at what Morgan said. He looked down at his left hand, and the ring finger that remained empty. "Nah man, no ball and chain for me. That's what you wanted, remember?" Darryl laughed a bit, but inwardly, there was a part of him that WAS hoping to settle down soon enough, but he didn't think he had it in him to be that person. He was sorta jealous of Morgan for wanting, and really planning to be that sort of guy when Darryl was pretty sure he couldn't--Darryl was supposed to be able to do everything, remember--but he didn't hold it against him. "I'm sure you'll find yours years before me, just you know, make sure she hasn't already found hers first, mate." Darryl gave him a half grin. There was one jibe, executed rather smoothly, already.

[Morgan Tonaya]

Morgan rolled his eyes at Darryl’s shameless ego. But he was right, Morgan couldn’t think of anything particularly harmful that Darryl had done, even when they were the were in their more mischievous high school days. He could probably see him becoming the victim of a crime of passion though.

Morgan shrugged. “I mean, I don’t really know. But she’s definitely been skirting the subject.” Frowning and narrowing his eyes over at Darryl with pursed lips. “Careful the way you say that about my mom, you dog.” He said with a seriousness that was very unlike him. So unlike him, it had to be a joke. And it was. Within seconds Morgan burst into a chuckle, shaking his head. “Just kidding. But seriously, she doesn’t look a day older after almost ten years, I couldn’t believe it.” He sighed. “I’m jealous, admittedly.” It was with fair certainty that had Darryl made a ‘yo momma’ joke, Morgan would have socked him. Or blinded him momentarily. Or both. Morgan didn’t play games when it came to the integrity of his mother.

“Yeah! I mean, I hated it so much I figured there had to be something wrong.” He said with a chuckle. “Managed to figure out it was pretty awesome.” Just like all professors, Morgan was officially a giant dork in his subject. He really did come to love history, particularly the period in which he specialized. “Early history. Pre-History through the Classics.” It was a big chunk of history, but Morgan couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it. “You wouldn’t believe how much I managed to stuff into this hollow head.” He joked, knocking on his temple playfully.

Morgan, however, was in no way above an “I love you, man!” kind of scenario. Darryl was always a bit…macho. Morgan didn’t have that problem (And yes, he considered it a problem). His mother had taught him to always be true, and the best way to do that was to put it all out there, right?

For that reason, Morgan flushed deeply and sheepishly kicked the dirt again when Darryl only made a thinly veiled reproach of his former decisions. He wouldn’t say he couldn’t help it, because he could have, but he really had fallen pretty hard for that woman. “Yeah…that’s a decision I won’t ever make again.” He said quietly, shaking his head and scrubbing his hand over his face. Christ that had been a good long series of poor decisions. “It was nice to come home and start over.” Morgan said with a curt nod, sticking his tongue out at Darryl childishly.

That’s right.

Morgan is twelve.

[Darryl Bond]

Oh yes, lucky Elaine. Not aging a day. Darryl had found a gray hair recently! On his own head! And he wasn't thirty; it was so unfair. He adjusted the hat on his own head a bit self consciously and grinned a little. "I look forward to seeing her again. Lunch just isn't the same when you have to make it yourself, after all." Speaking of lunch, Darryl had been doing something before Morgan had shocked him out of his mind, and that thing was eating. He looked down at the lunch bag and the half of his sandwich that he had unwrapped to eat--thank goodness nothing had gotten to it yet. He looked back at Morgan with a faint grin. If Morgan had, in fact, blinded him or hit him, or both, because of the momma joke he might have cracked--but didn't--then Darryl would have retaliated and it would have been sophomore year all over again.

"That's good then, that you found something like that." Darryl said with a grin. He could just see how much of a dork Lite Brite had become over something he had admittedly deplored during school. But since when did teenaged boys find a subject in school they actually liked, right? "Well at least it's full of something now, eh?" Darryl chuckled even though, on the inside, he was plagued with that insecurity he tried his best to ignore. He spent his college years majoring in Theater. It was hard work, but not nearly as respectable as becoming a teacher in history. He'd been in a few movies, but Morgan had been teaching children--teenagers--about the significance of the past. Darryl looked away for a moment and told himself what he always told himself.

Theater is your thing, man. It didn't matter. He did a good job. He did a good job. He spotted the blush on Morgan's cheeks and he grinned a bit. The man never really kept anything inside, or when he did he revealed whatever he was feeling some other way. He patted the man's shoulder. "Starting over. Yeah." Maybe that was why Darryl came back to Hammel? Nah. He saw the man stick out his tongue and he rolled his eyes a bit and stuck his own out for a moment.

"But on a lighter subject, I was working through a tuna sandwich, wanna join me?" he asked indicated to beneath the tree with a nod of his head. The man was hungry.

[Morgan Tonaya]

Morgan nodded. “Isn’t that the truth. I have to really resist calling her up and asking her to pack me something, no lie.” He explained with a little laugh, resting his hand over his heart. Morgan wasn’t dependant on his mother, as much as he loved her. Though he probably visited for dinner more often than the average thirty year-old man, Morgan was self-sufficient in the best way a bachelor could be. He could cook fairly well (though he failed miserably at baking) and he kept his pad clean. No need for Momma’s lunches…no matter how tasty.

Shrugging, Morgan just opened his hands in a helpless gesture. “It just happened that way. I was surprised myself. Not so driven like you were to theatre.” Morgan explained. Just as he had said before, he was truly proud of his old friend. Few people had enough drive to pursue something as fickle as acting. There was really no certainty in that art, and it took more than just drive to succeed in it. It took luck. Sometimes it took a little playing dirty too, from what Morgan could glean from it all. It was a life not suited to such people as Morgan.

“We’ve both done pretty well for ourselves, I think.” Morgan said with a strong nod, resisting the urge to suddenly lash out and hug Darryl again. Who knew the two goof-offs would have made it back to the same place, much more respectable men than when they had left? Morgan had never had plans to come back, but fate had its way of pulling people together.

At the mention of food, Morgan perked up and out of his nostalgic and decidedly unmasculine reverie. “Oh! Sure. Sorry I didn’t know I was interrupting lunch.” Morgan said sheepishly. Well duh. Why else would Darryl be out on the grounds and not working or something? Morgan tucked his hands in his pockets and began to walk back towards the tree.

“So, how is teaching treating you?” he asked cautiously, curious to see if Darryl had had as much trouble on his first day as Morgan had.

[Darryl Bond]

Come to think of it, Darryl might actually--nah. He'd been able to take care of himself for ten years without Elaine mother-henning him, and he was too proud to say he was a damn good cook to go back to those (delicious) sack lunches. So to speak. When he had first hit college and realized that Elaine wouldn't actually be packing Morgan an extra sandwich, he had started watching the food network like a hawk, as well as learned to enjoy Ramen Noodles. "I'm not surprised. I'm pretted temped to as well." Darryl nudged with a half grin. He was kidding, mostly.

It had been a pretty surprising experience to be accidentally placed into Theater during his first semester at Hammel, and coming to find that it was so amazingly awesome, he looked forward to that class ever single day. He was sure when he had first realized he loved it was how Morgan had felt when he first became interested in History, if a little different. He nodded his head in understanding.

"That's good for us, then." Darryl grinned and shook the man by his shoulder. It really was. How many people nowadays were involved in a career they loved? The numbers were probably low. Darryl wasn't sure, statistics never was his strong point.

"No problem, mate." Darryl replied instantly to his appology, and he really felt that way. He stooped down under the tree and sat with a folded leg and with half his back against the tree, leaving room for Morgan to choose to sit directly next to him or across from him. Darryl was impartial to where the man sat. He pulled his food in front of him and held out the other half of the sandwich to Morgan. He'd feel rude if he just started eating without offering him something. And since this was Darryl's lunch, he was pretty sure it was Morgan's as well, and there wasn't a real way of telling if the guy had eaten already or not.

"It's not so bad, now that the kids are starting to get to know me. I still have problems with this one kid though. Pot head. Sam something." Darryl waved his hand as he took a bite and swallowed before he continued. "He's either too stoned to pay attention and laughs the entire time or asks me to do stupid voices. He's terribly distruptive." Darryl obviously didn't like the kid one bit, and despite that thorn in his side, he was doing pretty good at keeping them interested. "What about you?" He asked before he took another bite.

[Morgan Tonaya]

Morgan was barely kidding. He wobbled slightly when Darryl nudged him and he playfully pushed back. “Maybe I’ll get her to pack you something for your birthday.” He tempted, waggling his eyebrows a little bit. The second Elaine discovered Darryl was also at Hammel again, she’d probably make him something anyway. Morgan wouldn’t even have to ask.

Smiling with relief when Darryl quickly sloughed off his apology, Morgan flopped easily onto the ground next to his friend, folding his arms behind his head and gazing with a huge, goofy grin on his face up at the clear sky. Man it was good to have Polly back. It certainly took his mind off the fiasco of his first class, which he often felt would plague his career forever. Waving his hand, Morgan grinned. “Already ate. Thanks though. Smells delicious.” He complimented, just to prove that he wasn’t snubbing the tuna because it wasn’t his mom’s.

Now I’ve mentioned this before, but Morgan isn’t the brightest bulb in the box. Once he fixates on one thing, other things tend to get shoved to the back of his brain. Had anyone but Darryl mentioned a disruptive pothead student named Sam, Morgan would have immediately realized that both he and his best friend were plagued by Charmander. However, it was Darryl. And reuniting with Polly was right now the absolute most exciting thing he could think of. Memories were playing in his brain like a non-stop movie. No Charmander in sight.

“Me?” Morgan repeated, the sound of the bell ringing over the grounds nearly drowning out his voice. Like the old days when he had to slink late into glass, Morgan leapt up off the ground with such speed it was remarkable he hadn’t just teleported. “Shit.” He grunted, kicking the dirt dejectedly. “I’ve got a class that starts in five minutes clear across campus.” Morgan explained, jabbing his thumb in the general direction of his class. It was like a picture right out of the past. “Can’t say time doesn’t fly when you’re having fun.” He chirped.

“I’ll have to let you know about my shitty students some other time.” He explained, tucking his hands in his pockets. One suddenly shot out, reaching out to Darryl in a surprised gesture. “Hey! Why don’t you come over some night. My place for beer and steaks or something. It’d be great. We could really sit down and catch up.” He chirped. Morgan snatched out his cell phone out of his pocket and checked the time. Making a noise of distaste, he reached out and jammed Darryl’s hat down over his eyes, laughing a bit as he shot up the hill and towards main campus.

“Call me Polly or catch me in the teacher’s lounge! We’ll work something out! Later!”

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl's ears perked up. A birthday lunch from Elaine would be fantastic. The highlights of his teenage years were always her mystery birthday treats (that went along great with all the birthday kisses he pawned girls into giving him. For good luck, eh?) If he talked Morgan into it, he might just drop on in for a complete surprise. Morgan was no doubt going over to her house for dinner more than one night a week. Perhaps on one of those nights...? He enjoyed the idea thoroughly. Morgan might be nice enough not to probe terribly into her dating life, but Darryl wasn't. He'd get those answers. Because, a son's gotta know about who their momma is dating, right?

He chuckled at his friend as he reclined a bit next to him and he resisted the urge to elbow him a little. He took a bite of his own half of the sandwich and returned the offered half back into his bag. Ah well, his loss. Darryl knocked back a drink of his water and placed the cap back on it, his mind turned to that...infuriating boy. Everything about him just rubbed Darryl the wrong way, and it almost took all of his self control to not just unload a world of fiery hate an evil upon the boy. But he didn't, because he wasn't an outwardly aggressive person--and he was a teacher, he had better things to do than barbaque students.

The bell rang just as Morgan had begun to say something. A look of shock crossed his face because he had not been expecting the bell for another ten-twenty minutes. Had they really been talking that long? No fair! He didn't want to go back to class now, he was having to much fun with Lite Brite. It was Darryl's planning period, so he didn't have anywhere to immediately be, and it was a shame that Morgan did have a class. He watched him get up and nodded. He'd stalk over to his side of the building after school to get his address. (did Elaine still live in the same house..? Probably.) He nodded at the idea of beers and steak, although it was a perfectly acceptable dinner for two grown men, the idea of drinking beer and eating stake with Morgan was oddly entertaining. Like being seniors. All over again.

He growled as the man shoved his hat down over his eyes and while he fixed it he waved a hand after the silly sod. "Run Forrest!" He encouraged as he gathered his food back into his bag and stood, dusting off his pants he plucked up his forgotten script book and sauntered inside with all the time in the world.