The gelatin's tiny voice, though just a mumble, was quite clear to Lee. He reached into his pocket for the pink slip of paper and started to craft an airplane. He didn't look up from what he was doing to address Jello boy but he did make a note of what he'd said. He brushed it off as an awkward kid trying to find something to say. That explanation didn't hold up long once the creature decided to speak up again.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"What does fear smell like...?" </span><br/><br/>Immediately without looking up from his delicate, slightly, singed craftwork, Lee responded in a serious tone "You special or somethin'?" he placed the plane into the palm of his hand and admired that handiwork as he spoke "Don't ask questions like that; someone dumber might think you're being smartass, and there's no shortage of wasted brain cells in this school of pariahs," just as he'd finished what he was saying, the teacher finally decided to show up in a perfectly unnecessary manner. A look at his clothes and the smugness with which he spoke told Lee this man just might be a bit over the top. He probably got off on being the center of attention. He'd met hotshots like this before, and they always gave Lee a headache; this one was no exception.<br/><br/>The man announced his absolute lack of preparation and a snarl came to Lee's face for just a moment before his expression blanked and he sat back in his seat, sucking his teeth noisily in irritation.<br/><br/>"So." Lee's voice rung out with a rhetorically inquisitve tone "You show up to class late, assault a student, have nothing planned and then expect me to spend an hour sitting here... 'cause you say so?". Lee tossed his paper airplane into the air and watched it soar up at a hard angle before diving to the floor at his feet. Lee's gaze refocused in on the thing at the front of the class just as the plane crash landed. His expression was cold, almost disgusted as he looked at the man at the front.<br/><br/>"This entire classroom is zoo of grown-ass nightmares who don't give a fuck about laws or lives, and you..." he paused as he leaned forward in his seat "You made the worst impression possible and expect this circus to just sit here as your patient captive audience?" Lee sat back in his chair and pulled out his phone.<br/><br/>"Hey, Ying-Yang Twins," he called back to the two as he searched for something on his phone "You wanna give the dumbass a play-by-play or should we let it be a surprise?"<br/>___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>" I believe I have some time to set up..." Boli rumbled, his gaze on focused in on the man "You are certainly welcome to accompany," he added in a warm timbre "maybe you could offer me some tips.... or even participate if you're up for it?" without waiting for a response, the man looked down the hall and wordlessly stepped past the fairy, as if the conversation had never occurred.<br/><br/>The rustling of leaves and grass from a light breeze greeted Boli as he stepped into the courtyard. His mouth was upturned in a fond smile as the wind gently caressed his face and flitted through his hair. The lone tree in the courtyard seemed to creak at his appearance, and birds sang their elaborate tunes with vigor. The sky had cleared of all but their wispiest of cloud coverage and the sun shone with midday brilliance, highlighting the greens, browns, and yellows of nature.<br/><br/>"Certainly a beautiful day," he remarked at no one in particular as he strode toward the tree within the center of the yard. He placed a hand against the trunk of the tree for a moment, wordlessly listening. After a long stillness, the man silently unbuttoned his white shirt and let it tumble to the ground. He slipped off his slacks and shoes in the same deliberate yet careless manner. The wall of tattoos on his chest and back glew through his tank top as he sat down. He took a half-lotus position on the ground and placed his massive knuckles against each other in front of his abdomen, his gaze fixed forward on nothing in particular. Again, nothing but the sounds of nature filled the air for a long time. When Boli did speak, it was a calm thump, like that of a heartbeat.<br/><br/>"You teach, language, professor?" he questioned curiously  "What brings such an interesting man to this place, to teach the 'wayward' about literature?"