This is (Not Quite) Halloween (Sean)
Feb 24, 2013 14:41:15 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on Feb 24, 2013 14:41:15 GMT -5
There was a time and a place to have serious discussions about the state of Kane’s life. However, an elementary school during a Halloween party was neither the time nor the place for that. Sean would be able to catch the other man at Hammel or elsewhere, he was certain.
“I’m sure that I will,” the telepath assured the younger man. He then added, “And please, don’t call me ‘Sir.’ You know that you can call me ‘Sean.’” Kane was certainly old enough to have earned the right to call the psychiatrist by his given name; they were both adults, and the younger man was a coworker, no longer one of his students. Moreover, Sean didn’t like to be called ‘Sir’ by anyone. It felt far too strict, far too much like a military title than it did a proper way to address an elder. The students who wanted to be formal could call him ‘Doctor Neville,’ while the ones who preferred familiarity were able to call him ‘Doc.’ Kane should know that by now.
However, thoughts about honorifics and manners of address evaporated with the sound of tiny feet and high-pitched voices approaching. The draconic man was right; the children had arrived and sounded as though they were ready to begin.
“I’d like that as well,” the telepath replied. Offering Kane another smile, he said, “I’ll be sure to stop in here again once you’ve finished with your spooking duties.”
That would be easy enough, since he had nowhere else that he had to be this evening and he would undoubtedly be used for cleanup once the children were finished.
“Have a good time with the children,” he said, voice warm. The children were the best part of Halloween.
With that, he walked in the direction of the other door, so that he could sneak out without revealing any of the setup to the children and ruining the surprise.
“I’m sure that I will,” the telepath assured the younger man. He then added, “And please, don’t call me ‘Sir.’ You know that you can call me ‘Sean.’” Kane was certainly old enough to have earned the right to call the psychiatrist by his given name; they were both adults, and the younger man was a coworker, no longer one of his students. Moreover, Sean didn’t like to be called ‘Sir’ by anyone. It felt far too strict, far too much like a military title than it did a proper way to address an elder. The students who wanted to be formal could call him ‘Doctor Neville,’ while the ones who preferred familiarity were able to call him ‘Doc.’ Kane should know that by now.
However, thoughts about honorifics and manners of address evaporated with the sound of tiny feet and high-pitched voices approaching. The draconic man was right; the children had arrived and sounded as though they were ready to begin.
“I’d like that as well,” the telepath replied. Offering Kane another smile, he said, “I’ll be sure to stop in here again once you’ve finished with your spooking duties.”
That would be easy enough, since he had nowhere else that he had to be this evening and he would undoubtedly be used for cleanup once the children were finished.
“Have a good time with the children,” he said, voice warm. The children were the best part of Halloween.
With that, he walked in the direction of the other door, so that he could sneak out without revealing any of the setup to the children and ruining the surprise.
