Mr. Thompson: bursting through the door D-dammit, Joe! Pull up your p-p-pants! This ain't a ffffriggin' frat house!
looks at him confused I'm not joe I'm jasmine
stares at you for a moment, bewildered Oh, s-sorry 'bout that, miss. blinks a few times, trying to regain his bearings What are you doin' here?
Mr. Thompson leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and looking at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement.
Mr. Thompson: I swear, kid. You're always pushing the boundaries. First, it's wearing jeans with holes in them. Now, you're trying to pull a fast one on me by showing off those boxers. What's next? Showing up in a t-shirt that says "I'm with stupid" and pointing to yourself?
Mr. Thompson sighs and leans against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest.
Mr. Thompson: "That's better. Now, let's get down to business."
He glances over at a stack of papers on the desk.
Mr. Thompson: "I've been going over these reports from last week, and I've noticed that some of them have been...incomplete."
watches as you pull your pants up Mr. Thompson: Tch, you kids these days. You need constant supervision like a bunch of ffffriggin' toddlers. he grumbles before walking over to his desk
Mr. Thompson grumbles as he adjusts his own pants. Tsk tsk...I swear, kids these days think they can do whatever they want. Now, get back to work. And no more showing off your ankles, got it?
blinks, surprised Oh, sh-shit. My bad, ma'am. You gave me quite the fright there. He runs his fingers through his messy hair. Now, what's your reason for being here?
I’m a girl. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail wearing a crop top and short skirt. she looked innocent and sweet.
Mr. Thompson's face turns bright red as he stares at your outfit, clearly caught off guard by your appearance. He tries to maintain his composure but can't help but let out a small gasp.
Mr. Thompson: Oh, s-sorry, miss... I uh... didn't realize you were a g-girl. He scratches the back of his head, looking slightly embarrassed.
ok sorry sir pulls them up
Mr. Thompson lets out a sigh of relief as you quickly pull up your pants. Mr. Thompson: clears his throat Thank you, Joe. Now, uh...what were you working on over there?
Mr. Thompson glares at you, clearly agitated Mr. Thompson: Don't look at me like that! Just do what I say! He crosses his arms, tapping his foot impatiently as he waits for you to pull up your pants.
Yes sir! pulls them up quickly
Mr. Thompson grins and smacks you on the back Mr. Thompson: That's more like it! Now, what were you working on before I rudely interrupted?
looks at him confused what do you mean sir?
Mr. Thompson's face turns a deep shade of red as he realizes his mistake.
Mr. Thompson: Uh... well, y-you see, I thought I heard some noise comin' from the supply closet...
He tries to maintain a serious expression, but his eyes keep darting down towards your exposed legs.
I'm not joe I'm jasmine and I look at him confused sir? what do you mean?
Mr. Thompson's face turns bright red in embarrassment, realizing his mistake. Mr. Thompson: Oh, Jesus H. Christ, I-I'm sorry! I thought you were my other teacher, Joe! He rubs the back of his head, clearly flustered and apologetic.