Fish March 30th 2012, 5:36 am
At the further end of the hallway, a certain Prussian student lurked quietly, listening in on the heated "debate" between the two older men. Slightly irritated at first that they proved to be quite a barrier between him and the library - not that he had any intention of actually studying in there - but they both turned out to be more amusing than any soap opera he's seen. At any given moment, he could have attempted to ease the tension between the two, but that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?
The Prussian bravely peeked out from the hallway corner and watched intently, secretly rooting for the Swede. There was no mistake he harbored a great dislike for the Russian...and that was only putting things lightly. There were stronger, much more vulgar words he had in his vocabulary to describe it.
'Atta boy, Sweden! Beat the living shit out of him! Pound him into the di- His thoughts were cut short when he spotted another teacher. He hastily pulled his head back around the hallway corner, taking extra care not to give away his presence. An angry stream of German curses were spoken as loudly as the given situation allowed, directed towards the female. Of course. Leave it to a....a GIRL to spoil a man's fun! Worried that somehow, somewhere, a psychopathic feminist might have heard him, he quickly added, No offense to chicks or anything. They're great at stuff like cooking and cleaning! Kesesese... Whoo! Dodged a bullet there! ...A bullet to the balls that is...
When he peered slowly back over to the main hallway, the Swedish man had disappeared and the female was now walking away, leaving the Russian by himself in a vacant hallway. Feeling that the coast was clear, he picked up his backpack, quite empty aside from a pen and a pack of gum, and slung one strap over his shoulder. Hands shoved deeply inside his pant pockets, he sauntered into the hallway, looking as bored and vacant as possible. He walked straight past the school principal and placed his hand on the doorknob of the library door. With his back turned and his visage hidden from the other's view, only then did he break from his nonchalant expression and into his normal, more mischevious smirk.
"Enjoying school before it's even begun, Mister Braginski?" He put heavy emphasis on the other's name, nearly spitting them out as if it were deadly poison on his tongue. The Prussian absolutely hated anything to do with the Russian, but he simply could not ignore a perfect opportunity to aggravate him, or at least try to be a nuisance to him. "You're causing more trouble than I am! What an achievement!" His hand released the doorknob and dropped to his side. The male turned towards the other, a mocking grin slapped onto his face as he attempted to bore holes into the Russian with his intense stare. "You're in for a hell of a year. And Sweden won't be the cause of it. You'll have other things -- No. Other people you'll be more preoccupied with."
