<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CzyhtGQXEAAWLRA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Krake<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Swim Coach/PE Teacher<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Amused<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dry suit shorts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Perseus<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>"Why are you rubbing paint off your skin into the pool, Perseus?" Krake asked, stepping out of the teachers office in the back of the pool. He had been making lesson plans and going over his notes about the swim and football teams when he had heard the door slam open and closed. He was surpised when he came out and saw Perseus in his natural form in the pool, with colorful paint all over his body.<br/><br/>He was wearing a tight pair of dry suit shorts, since his natural form would overflow the pool and students would be coming soon. Screechfella had already talked to him about the human term, 'modesty' and he was bowing to the custom with the shorts, but she would have to nag him if she wanted him to put on any more clothing.<br/><br/>"There is a shower in the changing room you know." Krake didn't care much, he just liked to lightly rib the other teacher. As another water species he felt slight familiarity with the other man simply because they both came from the sea. They did not know each other well yet, in fact he did not know any of the teachers well, but that would change as the year progressed.