Transfers (Kane)

[Teegan Valcourt]

I got it. Don't worry about me.

Teegan grinned and locked her phone before sliding it in her purse. She stood outside the cooking classroom, leaning on the wall. She'd heard of the cooking teacher, that he was a total babe. Who was she kidding. She'd seen him, and she wanted him. So, she concocted some made up story about wanting to transfer into his cooking class and she needed him to sign some papers... And something like that.

She would transfer into the class, bat her eyelashes at him. attempt to transfer some nude images into his brain. He'd never stand a chance. Besides, Teegan was a blast. It was about time she put this magic ability into use for an adventure she hadn't achieved yet, just to see how far she could get with the power. She'd never seduced a teacher before. She had regular intercourse with a college guy. But, to be honest, she didn't care about having sex with Mr. Woonren, she just wanted to know if she could make him think about her. Hey, perhaps one day when everything was legal they'd get married. Who knew?

Teegan watched the last person leave before she waltzed into the cooking classroom, a large grin on her face. She glanced towards him, clutching her bag to the side, offering him a sweet, innocent look.

"Mr. Woonren...?" She walked in a few more steps and extended her hand towards him. "I'm Teegan Valcourt. I was just looking to transfer into your cooking classes, and there's just a form and what not that has to be signed, or something like that. I'm sure you know all the logistics and all of that." She smiled and dug through her bag to find the paper before handing the neatly folded sheet out to him.

Now was the test, Teegan watched him slightly as she started the attempt of the transference of herself into his thoughts. She wasn't entirely sure if it'd work, she knew she could get into dreams somehow, and sometimes it worked. She just wasn't entirely sure on the conscious thought. Lingerie, black to start, a candle lit room... flower petals... open window with balcony... wind billowing the drapes...

She looked out the window of the classroom and smiled a little bit. It was a nice day, a nice breeze. She looked at the snow and beamed slightly. "Anyways, you'll teach me all the basics and everything, correct? Like... How to cook and stuff? My mom thinks I should learn to be independent and stuff, she requested I take a class or something..." Teegan offered another warm smile before sitting at one of the stools, crossing her legs.

[Kane Woonren]

Kane was seated behind his desk, trying to clean some of the stains out of his apron. He didn't see how mixing spaghetti sauce was so hard... but the student had somehow managed to make it explode. Probably some part of their ability or maybe another student. Or they were just absolutely horrible at cooking. Anyone could cook, sure, at least the basics. He himself wasn't exactly a high class chef, and most of what he'd learned was either from lessons from his mom, some night school classes, and a little bit of experimentation. He had already changed out of the other clothes he'd been wearing, but he only had one other class he had to teach, and he usually did his regular cooking duties in the morning.

His clothing was light, and the window was open to let in a breeze. The room got very warm very quickly, particularly in the 'teaching them to boil water' phase of the class, which they'd just gotten over, which made Kane's temperature shoot up rather quickly. Easy to heat up, not very easy to cool down, probably a side effect of his power. He looked around for a moment, starting to feel his own uncomfortableness now that he wasn't as distracted. He stood up his full seven plus foot height, stretching a bit. He heard a slight ripping sound as his wings unfolded from inside his back, having just a little trouble slipping through the slots in the back.

He stretched them out, still slightly uncomfortable because of his tail, but that would be harder to move around with. He walked over to a nearby microwave, pulling out a bowl of ramen that had gone off a few minutes prior. He tossed in a little bit of cheese, then the spices, then a couple of peppers, before stirring it absently with his finger for a little bit. He walked back over to his desk, starting to eat when the student walked in. He didn't recognize her, and the reason why popped into his head when she handed him the transfer papers.

He took a moment to swallow the food that he had in his mouth, putting down his fork. He shook her hand, being very careful not to cut her with his claw-like fingers. He suddenly started getting a headache and shut his eyes, the headache like someone was trying to hammer their way into his skull. "Excuse me... just seem to be getting a headache..." he said, pulling a couple of asprin out of his desk and tossing them back without taking another sip of water. Growing up as close to the tracks as he had, he had swallowed a lot of headache medicine over the years.

He set the paper on the table for a second, the headache not seeming to want to go away just yet. "Um... well, we've already started the semester obviously. Not a whole lot yet. The finer parts of working the oven and the other more commonly used appliances that we have in here," he said. Which really wasn't a lot. "Boiling water, measurements, things like that that will be used over the rest of the course. If you think you could handle jumping into the class without that." He rubbed his head for a moment, waiting for the asprin to kick in. His wings twitched behind him before he folded them forward, making them look like some sort of makeshift cape.

"Or you could come in on the weekend or after classes one day and I could give you a crash course in it," he added as an afterthought.