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@无∙wen jiyang ᵇ ↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 3,2,1 - 24kgoldn
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"Ah, yes. Because cake can /absolutely/ take leaps of faith," agreed Max, words a sarcastic drone as he folded his arms over his chest.

Say it again? Did he not hear him the first time, or was he in that much disbelief upon hearing someone actually bet something like that against him? Nevertheless, Max repeated himself, eyebrow quirking up in challenge. "I said, I bet you won't eat that cake off the floor."

Watching the beta's features shift in an expression of his disgust, Max wondered if, perhaps, he had gone a bit too far with that random, out of the blue bet. But then the beta was speaking too, and Max's eyes sparkled with a hint of interest.

The challenge prickled at his pride, ignited the alpha in him who would never allow someone else to outdo him in such endeavors. The beta had challenged him to do it, and so he would. He wouldn't be the first to lose in what had the potential to be a rather disastrous game.

Setting his clipboard aside, Max stood up, the challenge gleaming in his eyes as he approached where the dance teacher was sitting. "And that's where you would be wrong," he uttered. "You're going to have to try harder than that to get me to back out of something."

@兵∙max wen ᵃ "I was holding the plate perfectly fine," the beta retorted with a whine, "the cake decided to take a leap of faith." Just as he was about to stand and grab a napkin to clean up his mess, the crimson-eyed beta stopped upon hearing the alpha speak.

"I bet you won't eat it off the floor."

What?

"Say that again?"

Jiyang had heard him the first time he had spoken, but for a moment, the beta was sure he misheard the alpha's sudden wager. He... was to eat cake off the floor. Cake. Who knows where the floor had gone or what had been done upon it, Jiyang couldn't help his features from contorting in disgust at the thought. Eating cake. It was unsanitary.

"If I were to eat the cake off the floor... What will I get out of it aside from the sweet cake?" the beta couldn't help but question. "There has to be a catch in order for me to be eating this cake off the floor. I bet you won't eat it off the floor with me, Max Wen."

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Teaching mathematics was something that Max had always enjoyed, but there were days when it grew exhausting to explain the same thing several times over and over, in and out of class. He rarely grew frustrated with his students, though sometimes in the time between classes he did bury his face in his hands and exhale loudly. His class was a difficult one to fail and an easy on to pass, and yet today he had two students on the brink of failing that he'd had to scold for letting their grades slip to the wayside in such an easy mathematics class.

With his classes of the day done, Max went to the staff lounge, rolling up the sleeves of his dark grey button-up as he went. With a stack of papers attached to a clipboard tucked under one arm, the alpha pushed open the door of the lounge and stepped inside, eyes falling on the only other man in the room. A beta from the Wen Clan, a dance teacher, from what Max knew. They hadn't interacted in the past; they knew /of/ each other, but they were no close acquaintances. Max's attention lasted on him for only a moment, long enough for Max to return the nod of greeting, before the alpha took a seat in one of the chairs and laid his clipboard on his lap.

The beta's words, however, caught his attention again, and Max raised his eyes to look first at the beta and then at the cake that was on the floor. A sympathetic frown twisted Max's features that were usually set in an expression oft-mistaken for aggravation. "Poor cake," he uttered, "how did that even happen?" Had the beta dropped his cake when he was greeting the alpha? Had he just... had a freak accident and let his plate tilt?

Now, usually Max would never say anything like this. But in his defense, a perfectly good piece of cake had been allowed to land on the floor.

The alpha shrugged. "I bet you won't eat it off the floor."

@兵∙max wen ᵃ It was a long day inside the studio. Hot blaring lights had heated the room and within the mass of bodies gathered in the hall, the beta was thankful for the breaks in between. The last class of the day had ended, and Jiyang was sitting upon one of the many lounging chairs upon within the room. Clad in the blacks and crimson of the clan he hailed from, the beta was currently indulging himself in a slice of cake the Culinary Arts professor had left behind. Bodies coming in and out of the room, Jiyang greeted everyone. A simple hello or the slightest smile, the beta found himself eventually alone.

But not anymore! When Jiyang caught the scent of another making their way into the room, Jiyang perked up to see who it could be. It was the Mathematics professor. The... scary Wen mathematics professor. He hadn't talked much to the other wens aside from Wen Gulf, Wen Mew, and Wen Fan, and-- well, Jiyang often avoided the eyes of other Wens. So seeing the general of the Wen Clan enter the room, it seemed as if the entire room had gathered to him. Even if there were just the two of them in the quaint staff lounge, the presence of the Alpha was enough to command one's attention.

For a moment, Jiyang sat there in complete silence. Merely bowing his head towards the alpha as per custom, only to then return his eyes to the cake he was taking his sweet time eating-- only to find that it had fallen to the floor. At the moment, Jiyang just stared. His... his slice of cake had fallen on the floor before he had even gotten a chance to savour it's lasting moments, his cake! Disappointment appeared on the beta's features with a sigh. "It seems that even a cake understands that everything returns to the Earth."

@兵•krist jiang ᵒ The professor had only gone back to the teachers lounge at the end of the day, his classes were only half full because after all, it was Valentine's day. He didn't mind it though, it was only one day of class missed, it wasn't a big deal.
He stopped in front of his desk, confused when he saw a gift there along with a note, laughing softly "How am I supposed to use it well if I have no one to use it with. I'll just have to save it for later" he muttered to himself while running his thumb over the letter. This gave him hope, that maybe just maybe he'd warmed up to the omega professor.

@兵•jiang singto ᵃ Since a lot of his students skipped on his class during valentine's day, Krist has a packed and full class schedule the day after. It was 6 PM when he finished his class and going to pack up before went back home. A wine coloured rectangular box with a single rose on top of it aroused his curiosity. 'Who put it here?' picked up the note, a soft smile appeared on his face, never thought the ed teacher would give him something on valentine. In exchanged, he pulled out a bottle of aphrodisiac and placed in inside a kraft paper before put it on Singto's table with a note, Use it well, I spent my money on that.

@兵•krist jiang ᵒ Singto looked around the room, making sure Krist was nowhere to be seen before placing a wine colored rectangular box on the omega professor's desk, along with a single red rose. Inside the box laid a silver dagger, along with a sheath, he left a note "Happy Valentine's Day Krist-S." He left promptly after he was done, not wanting the Omega to think his gift was anything that would be little him. He had wanted to give a gift that would be one of a kind but also useful. He only hoped the omega would like it.
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@学∙lan yangyang ᵃ Reno couldn't believe his luck when a dorm check was done without even a warning and they found weed under his sheets. It was even one of the lightest ones for him but apparently it was decided that he would have to attend to a psychology session as if he was crazy. It was either that option or go back to his house which meant he would have to deal with his of step father and his very pregnant mother. So psychology session it is. Without a second thought. He was lead in the staff room where the teacher was waiting for him. Entering the room he closed the door behind him and made himself comfortable on the chair in front of his desk, resting his elbows on top of his knees. At the realization that the other was an alpha he wrinkled his nose but said nothing, just in case he was punished again. "So is this the part where I tell you my sob story, you prescribe some Xanax and I'm free to go?"

@学• jin nijirô ᵇ Seoho wasn't one to talk much, considering he still wasn't all that accustomed to actually interacting with others, used to being by himself all the time. At the moment though, he was having a situation and a half just trying to figure out how to get all of his paperwork done in time to meet the deadline. He'd just become a teacher and it was all new to him. It seemed like it was routine paperwork though, even for the other new teachers, since it felt like he was the only one left that hadn't gotten it done. "Maybe I should just ask for help," he rambled aloud, almost on the verge of actually whining the more that he thought about it. "I don't have anyone to ask though. Everyone that got it finished is moving on with their other stuff and class projects and all," Seoho groaned and landed his head on the table, shifting slightly as his forehead made contact with the surface, his white wolf ears unfolding from under his hair and standing at full attention. Seoho couldn't help wondering how much longer this was going to happen either. It could have been from the stress that he was having trouble staying fully in one form or the other and it was growing more apparent that the more he was worried about meeting the deadline, the worse the shifting problem became. "I just need some help," he pouted, rubbing his forehead.

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