crippledlarper:

cookingwithbarbasol:

crippledlarper:

“Uh hello sir” You assume this man is one of the staff here, but your not entirely sure what his class is. 

Mr. Egbert looked the young paraplegic over, summing him up. He seemed like a nice enough boy, but he didn’t approve of that hairstyle, much to unruly. He didn’t know if the kid took his class, so motioned to the door he was about to enter, which read ‘Home Ec.’ He raised his eyebrow’s as if to say ‘you in here?’

You took a look at your schedule and realize you had in fact signed up for home ec as one of your electives. You remember now that you realized that you couldn’t eat out all of the time on what money you did have, and that some cooking skills might be necessary to make it though college. You wheel your way into class. 

Ah, so the kid was in his class. He followed him in, and went up to the board. He gave a quick overview of the class, they seemed an alright sort, not to many troublemakers (although even if there was his pranksters gambit would be MUCH higher then theirs, that’s for sure). He then picked up a piece of chalk, and begin to write his name on the board, Mr. Egbert. There we go. 

crippledlarper:

“Uh hello sir” You assume this man is one of the staff here, but your not entirely sure what his class is. 

Mr. Egbert looked the young paraplegic over, summing him up. He seemed like a nice enough boy, but he didn’t approve of that hairstyle, much to unruly. He didn’t know if the kid took his class, so motioned to the door he was about to enter, which read ‘Home Ec.’ He raised his eyebrow’s as if to say ‘you in here?’

rainbowbloodandbitches:

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Yep, Makara had made pot brownies for his coursework. He would have to mark him down for this. He now just started at the gray skinned horned version of a pupil in this college and wondered what exactly a ‘dilf’ was.

Questionhi dad! woof! Answer

Mr. Egbert just stared at the floating green figure in front of him, the pipe dropping from his mouth. God damn it, Makara must have made ‘special’ brownies again. He really should report him.

Question(( Thanks so much for the follow, sweetheart! I appreciate it! )) Answer

((Heh, no problem :3))

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QuestionROBOTS OR DINOSAURS? Answer

Mr. Egbert stroked his chin, thinking about it. On one hand, Robots helped with cooking. On the other, Turkey Dinosaurs. In the end he shrugged, not being able to pick.