Post by Forge on Sept 11, 2013 14:41:33 GMT -5
As Karima explained why she didn't need a room, Forge's mind wandered to a future scenario, in which some poor asshole wandered into a dark room late one night, and found her standing in some corner, staring outward blankly. Probably plugged into an outlet or something. He smiled briefly to himself, fairly certain that telling her to 'just sleep anywhere' would end with someone screaming. Even worse if she picked some out-of-the-way spot, like the labs. Yeah, if she was staying for more than a few days, she was getting a room.
“If you stay here for a while, you'll end up with possessions. Besides, it'll give you some privacy. And there's no need to explain about the clothing; you're a female.” Forge replied instantly, as some of women employed by the institute came to mind. Nearly all of them had fantastic figures—one of the benefits of their line of work—and absolutely no objections to showing them off. The fact that Karima didn't do it to be manipulative was actually better than some of them. Emma, for one, seemed to delight in making sure her male students didn't remember a word of what she was saying. At one point, she'd explained to him that it was about training them to ignore distractions. Somehow, none of her pupils seemed to object to it.
Karima was certainly getting a few looks as they walked by, and just as many double-takes. Although most of the students here were fairly used to odd situations, new gossip was always a priority for them. The fact that she was with Forge probably prevented them from doing anything other than watching; he wasn't one of the teachers that tended to play 'tour guide' for newcomers. For the most part, unfortunately, the students seemed interested in what they saw below waist-level. Forge desperately hoped that it was the blood they were noticing, and not her lack of pants. He knew better, but hey, he could dream. One of the more confident male students attempted to greet her, and Forge restrained himself from sighing. This was going to be a long walk.
“If you stay here for a while, you'll end up with possessions. Besides, it'll give you some privacy. And there's no need to explain about the clothing; you're a female.” Forge replied instantly, as some of women employed by the institute came to mind. Nearly all of them had fantastic figures—one of the benefits of their line of work—and absolutely no objections to showing them off. The fact that Karima didn't do it to be manipulative was actually better than some of them. Emma, for one, seemed to delight in making sure her male students didn't remember a word of what she was saying. At one point, she'd explained to him that it was about training them to ignore distractions. Somehow, none of her pupils seemed to object to it.
Karima was certainly getting a few looks as they walked by, and just as many double-takes. Although most of the students here were fairly used to odd situations, new gossip was always a priority for them. The fact that she was with Forge probably prevented them from doing anything other than watching; he wasn't one of the teachers that tended to play 'tour guide' for newcomers. For the most part, unfortunately, the students seemed interested in what they saw below waist-level. Forge desperately hoped that it was the blood they were noticing, and not her lack of pants. He knew better, but hey, he could dream. One of the more confident male students attempted to greet her, and Forge restrained himself from sighing. This was going to be a long walk.
