Hurry up and teach me, please! {Temp 101, Open}

Raphael wasn't exactly what could be called a morning person, per say, but he did enjoy the peace and stillness that came with that time of day and so, though it wasn't early early, he still had plenty of time as he approached the Training Grounds. His hands shoved deep in his pockets, one of his Terrors on each shoulder, he took his sweet time as he made his winding way toward the classrooms. The Basic classrooms. Which he had rather mixed feelings about- wasn't he supposed to be one of the most powerful figures in the school? Or something? But the powers that be had insisted that he fill in for the Temperament teacher, and so here he was, preparing to teach a class he hadn't taken in years. A class for freshmen. He wished, not for the first time, that Saggezza was here, or his Snaptrapper, someone to help him face what was soon to come. He could tame dragons, yes. He was good at his job. But being one of the highest teachers in the school didn't mean he could actually teach. He just, you know, guided. But a bunch of snot-nosed kids chasing around half-wild adolescent Terrors? It was a panic attack waiting to happen, a ticking time bomb. There was no way that this could possibly end well, his status as the leading Terror expert on campus included- he couldn't do his thing when there were people around, people were people, he didn't want to have to get up in front of them and lead-

but whoops, there was only so much stalling he could do, and then here he was, approaching the courtyard outside the classroom. And oh, that's exactly what he needed, there was someone else already here. He turned away from the figure suddenly, fidgeting with his hair, taking a few moments to get his breathing and his furious blush under control. Rose, one of his Terrors, pressed her nose against his cheek, crooning softly, and he scratched beneath her neck for a few moments, letting the warmth of her scales center him. He could do this. He'd been doing this for years. Thus encouraged, he turned back to the student- it was a girl, he could see now- and gave her his best attempt at a shy little smile before settling himself, crosslegged, in the dirt next to where she was sitting. "Ah. Good morning...?" He wasn't really sure where to look, the telltale burn of a blush threatening his cheeks. Lady gave him a nice distraction, for a few moments at least, and she let him fuss with her a bit as he avoided the girl's gaze. That could only work for so long, though, and besides, if he met her now it was less names to remember for later when the others arrived, right? So he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, fidgeting with his bangs and stuttering slightly in his soft voice. "Ssso. F-first day, huh?" Oh, that was smooth. Yeah, he was going to make a wonderful teacher. Right.

Um. This was... a problem. What was this kid's issue, anyway? His Terrors were getting agitated with the clear aggressiveness of the male student, and- oh, Gorlog's beard, why was the kid naked? Raphael spluttered and whirled around, averting his eyes quickly as his face flamed red enough to match Lady's scales. Said Terror hissed furiously as his sudden movement nearly dislodged her, and he winced a bit as her talons dug into his shoulder. Um um um. What was the proper response to this? Should he like... call someone? Did they even have security? He sent a desperate look toward the place where Aldis had been sitting, not sure what he was hoping to find but needing the reassurance that he wasn't insane and imagining this- only to find her spot empty. Wait, what? He spun around, startled, trying to locate the girl- only to find her right in front of the (still half-naked) male student. And... doing his job for him? Oh. Well, that was... that was cool. It wasn't exactly language that would be sanctioned by the school, but he certainly wasn't going to be the one to tell her that. He was standing several feet away from her and she was defending him and that look was still terrifying! No way he was going to risk her turning it in his direction. Her defense did, however, give him enough courage to look in the boy's direction (don't blush, don't blush, he wasn't that cute) and he very nearly spoke up to agree with her- that's right, Aldis, tell him, the teacher was so going to chew him out- oh. Wait a minute. Whoops. 

He gave her a sheepish, awkward almost-smile. "Ah, well, the actual T-temp teacher isn't... well, here. There was... an incident." His Terrors stood on his shoulders and nuzzled against him, sensing his hesitation. He stroked them absent-mindedly as he spluttered, struggling for a response. "Ssso... you see..." And then that boy spoke up again, loudly enough to steal Raphael's attention. "...an emperor, you sssay?" Raphael knew it was rude but he couldn't help it: he stared, with his best innocent, disbelieving face. "I... sssee. Around here we measure by d-dragons." At which point he turned back to Aldis, all but dismissing the strange, childish boy who thought he was a king. "Speaking of which. I'm from the C-capture Academy, actually. So, um, I'll be... filling in...?" Come to think of it he probably should have led with that. Um, whoops. Please don't be mad?

She turned to look at him and he had half a mind to cower away- he didn't want to be under the full brunt of that glare, this little girl was scary- but to his immense relief her fearsome expression seemed to soften when she looked at him. Which, hey, he wasn't complaining, though of course when she blushed he blushed even brighter, and then the words coming out of her mouth were almost lost on him as his mind temporarily short-circuited. "U-um. Yeah, sure, n-not a... problem..." He gaped at her, somewhat dazed, as she whirled around to give the obnoxious boy a lesson. He stared at her, starting to reconsider his slight fear of her- until she started on her rant and his blush quickly fled as he paled. Oh. That was... oh. Wow. Okay. Why did she put emphasis on the word 'professor' like that? Did she mean anything by it? Was he even a professor? That seemed like someone who, oh, you know, knew how to teach. Maybe he should correct her or something? Not that he was going to be able to get a word in edgewise, of course. Except then the weird kid started doing weird things and no he was not staring at the kid's chest and um wait sexual... what's? Who was sexual? This girl was? Wasn't the kid the one groping himself? Raphael didn't know what to do, all the yelling was seriously stressing him out, attractive half-naked people were throwing around the word sex, he could not get his blush under control and guys, this was really not okay. He was working on a minor panic attack, his breathing coming faster and faster as his two Terrors grew agitated and did their best to calm him-

and then yet another student joined their little freakshow. Oh, Gorlog's beard. He jerked toward her for a moment, seeing in his mind's eye the girl crashing face-first into the ground and him getting blamed for the ensuing blood- but she recovered, which was cool, though she didn't seem to learn from the near disaster as she continued on at a nearly identical pace. She caught up to them without any farther incident, though, and then spoke up- oh, that was a lovely accent. Really. Between his combination lisp/stutter and this boy's accent and Aldis's rather loud yelling and this new girl's apparent inability to speak Norse- how on earth were they going to get class started? They could barely communicate, let along begin to wrangle themselves into some sort of order. So, how was he supposed to regain control? His Terrors were on their feet, moving restlessly over him and pricking at his shirt with their little talons. Um. He didn't want to raise his voice. He didn't like having to raise his voice. "Um, guysss, c-can we... not?" But of course that wasn't going to be heard over the racket, he could barely hear it himself. And so he stroked each of his dragons under the chin, whispered something in their ears, and- they sent twin streams of fire shooting into the air. Ha. That ought to get their attention, right? "Yeah, ssso, um. No t-taking off of clothes. Please. Putting them on would be c-cool, actually. Thank you." He looked at each of them in turn- blushing a tad when his eyes met Aldis'- and tried his best to not sound like a useless wimp. "Ssso does anyone actually feel like l-learning? Because I can go." His Terrors pranced and did their best to look superior, seeming rather pleased with themselves for helping. Lady even took it upon herself to snarl at the lot of them, flame sparking near the edges of her mouth- nobody had better upset her trainer, clear?