❛☾ ⋮ ic rated lounge｡

*steps into the room with a ciggerete in hand, smoking it casually as her eyes sweep the space for anyone around. She was well aware she wasn’t setting a good example for the students, but …she did not care at the moment*

Dacre frowns, lips pressed thin to see the male intentionally drop his thermos and the frozen.. whatever he'd done to it stuck to the outside of it. With an exasperated noise, he bends down to snatch it up quickly and exit the building, but not before cracking under the pressure of stress and being snide on his way out;"You, are a nuisance, don't let me catch you outside of class." And with that, he left the building with the intent to head home.

The pointed, aggressively placating smile Wonwoo had painted on finally begins to waver, teetering on the edge before falling finally somewhere into oblivion. He wished desperately for something /more/ than this- anything to give a reason to drive his spikes into somebody, in particular this man who owes him his neck. But not even this would give him the gratification he was seeking, he supposed. "Ah. My bad." Letting go completely to watch it tumble towards the floor once more along with the frozen remains of his mess.

Dacre is confused beyond apprehension at this point. What was Wonwoo on about? He's not even sure what to say at this point, being clearly beneath his baseline, he watches the display then to the student;"Right, so then can I have /my/ thermos?"

"What a good question." Strawberry red bled against tired blue, head tilted to one side as he pretended to consider the proposition. "I'm not particularly interested in shopping for something I already have, so..." Letting his grip loosen to tilt out the stale drink only to watch it freeze mid air with a cold breath. "It's the coffee, I guess."

Dacre held a blue eyed, half lidded gaze at Wonwoo as soon as it was realized he wasn't getting the thermos back;"Well, lemme ask you this. Do you want to keep it for my attention? You can have my attention, but I'd prefer my thermos, don't imagine you want my cold, disappointing coffee?" He's sincere, and patient, though his exhaustion clearly reflected from previous actions and now the odor of coffee.

"Now why would I do that?" Wonwoo parrots the confused tone and look, brows scrunching together in a look of mock confusion as if he had no understanding of why Dacre would make such a demand. "Pray tell me why, professor."

Dacre stands there expectantly, brows subtly furrowed in confusion;"Are.. you going to give it to me?" He doesn't address the latters remarks.

Twisting the emptied bottle in his hand like it was some object of curiosity, Wonwoo holds it just higher than the reached hand- with clearly no intention of letting go any time soon. "And yours are having sullen fits? Cute."

Dacre furrows his brows, that was awfully quick for someone or anyone for that matter to grab the spilled thermos before he did, it was right, there. He straightens and stares at the unfamiliar male, must be one of the students with that kind of attitude. "Everyone has their days." An open palm extends out.

"I didn't know you were capable of being clumsy." Pale fingers reach the container before Dacre does, their owner staring with gaze coloured some amused shade of pink. "What a discovery."

Dacre sighs outwardly. "Goddamned it." He spilt his coffee on himself, again. Once was bad enough, twice? What a crappy end to his work day. He bends down to pick it up.

She peaks inside the lounge, trying to figure out where all the kiddos had gone off to. “Hmm…” she grins to herself. They were good at hiding. But they wouldn’t be good for long.

to the students who decided not to show up to class today to avoid turning in their paper on the Second Law of Thaumodynamics - last I checked, none of you were comatose in the infirmary and I will accept no other excuse for late assignments.