05-16-2012, 07:55 PM
Zhark was running late. Not on purpose, but not on accident either. You see, his daughter picked today - today of all days - to learn how to poop on her own and, being married to the woman he was married to, he was forced to stay, watch, record, and publicly announce this news to the world. Facebook exploded with the news as did YouTube, Twitter, Tumblr, and every other site he could think of. Heck, even deviantART and PhotoBucket had pictures of his baby girl wiggling her butt and wobbling across the frame with a gleeful smile on her face as she made her way toward the porcelain goddess.
When he had finally convinced his wife to let him run off or he would be late to work, the blue-haired male took off without even remembering his brown bag lunch. On the ride into work, Zhark realized this woe and decided to make a "quick" pitstop at the local corner store.
He needed his gold fishies. Needed. Not wanted. Needed.
Once the cheesy snacks were purchased, he got back into the car and continued his trek to work. Of course, he arrived late. But not super late. Just late enough that he lost his parking spot and late enough that he didn't have time to organize his files for the day. But, other than those two things, he was in good condition, especially since he had his fishies.
Striding past the students, Zhark went straight to his room, wasting no time whatsoever. Naturally, there were students already settled in their seats, awaiting their handsome teacher to arrive. Unloosening his tie some, Zhark gave a sheepish wave to the five women that always arrived too early.
"H-h-hi-hi, l-l-la-l-ladies."
Really. Just he just stammer? What was he, ten? Rolling his eyes, he marched to his desk and plopped his behind down on the wheeled chair. A sigh pursued his lips. He really needed to grow up. Or stop acting so... aloof. He was an agent after all.
His eyes glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Phew, almost didn't make it," Zhark panted just as the bell chimed.
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