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[rule_britannia]

[Arthur's looking like he's not slept for a while, hair in slight disarray]

School is over for the summer, but I'll be offering language and literature classes for anyone who wants them, or needs the grades. Times will be on a first-come, first-served basis.

Probably should have thought about it before I went in for this teaching lark. Ah, well. A job's a job.

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[rule_britannia]

Trolls... Those peculiar-looking children?

[He's seen them in the school, but had thought it best not to pass comment]

I quite agree, I didn't bloody live as long as I have only to be told that none of my experiences have been sodding real until now.

[allthezpms]

Gray skin and orange horns, those are the ones.

I've been through too much school and seen too many strange things for this to all have been made up. Of course, it's not like they let the whole OH FICTIONAL thing interfere when we look for jobs. Our education was apparently real enough to be trusted to teach schoolchildren.

[rule_britannia]

Yes, those ones..

It's something I'm rather glad of, though. It's been a while since I've been able to work a job that I actually wanted to do.

[allthezpms]

Ah, yes, passing on knowledge to our island's youth. It's a noble pursuit, if often stressful.

[rule_britannia]

Mm, it does sound rather noble when you put it like that.

Though I sense you're not being entirely sincere.

[allthezpms]

My level of sincerity wavers from day to day. Such is life, I think.

[rule_britannia]

[He chuckles dryly]

You're a man after my own heart.

[allthezpms]

I think you and I will get along quite nicely.

[rule_britannia]

I couldn't agree more.