In just a few minutes he was with the rest of the teachers. While some wore light pink or purple, green or blue, they all had coordinated colors and nothing too vibrant. All the teachers he knew, and got along with, but there were several newbies to the group that regarded him with wide eyes or rather shocked expressions. Marcus seemed to enjoy the reactions from time to time, in his amused expression. Though it was hard to tell he was amused unless one had been with him for a long time---at least a year. Marcus, ten years older than Reid, had been at the school for several years longer, and had become the younger man's mentor despite his general oddities and curiosities. In fact, Marcus was friendlier to him than most other teachers or faculty members, including the principal.

He looked up from the line when several boys yelled out at another. A word he was accustomed to in the general world but never took it to heart---not anymore. "I know those boys." He said, nodding across the cafeteria. He grimaced at the way the object of their momentary torment seemed to walk away without a word, as if he had become accustomed to such behavior directed toward him. "I should bring that up to the principal."

"You mean the headmaster?" Marcus rolled his eyes. "Yeah, might be good. Those kids are all talk and no bite. Show 'em some bite and they'll back off." Reid smiled at the ceiling, prompting Marcus to stare at him in a quizzical manner. "Uh, Reid..." The pink-haired man blinked and looked back at the older man.

"Um, right, right! Bite." He wriggled his nose, trying to push down the curious smile that seemed to want to play through.