<div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/4d/72/4d722ec75e2c2eccfdf9e3b4a8c4a953.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Perseus<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Marine Biology Teacher<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Incredibly disgruntled<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Main Hall, Moving to the pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>What was his only nice sweater shirt, and a pair of khakis<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>Oh that was great. That was just perfect. Perseus was walking out of his office when the paint bombs hit. He was dressed in what was about his only teacher-y outfit, and it was probably the nicest piece of clothing he owned. And that went all down the drain the moment that stupid prank hit.<br/><br/>"Son of a--" Perseus bit back a swear as he noticed that the headmistress was nearby. He normally didn't give a shit who heard him swear, but this job was one of the few things that got him out of bed in the morning, so he tried to at least keep Screetchfellow content with his existence. And she already seemed pretty pissed off. So was he. It seemed like it didn't matter if he made an effort or not, something bad would eventually happen to him.<br/><br/>You know what? Fuck it, he didn't want to be dressed like a posh douchebag anyways. He began to take off his sweater vest as he headed towards the pools. Class would start pretty soon here, and although he wanted to start out in his land form on the first day, it looks like he would be teaching in the water. Hey, the marine biology course was at the pool for a reason, and it sure as shit wasn't for the fish.<br/><br/>Perseus quickly made his way towards the pool, taking off his pants, his two flacid penises briefly exposed as he dipped himself into the water. Once he shifted into his natural form, which included his long tail, both of them retreated into a little pouch. They would poke through later if he was aroused. But right now, as he swam through the water and rubbed the paint off his skin, he was more irritated than anything else.<br/><br/>"Well, might as well get ready," the teacher mumbled, moving his rolling marker board to the side of the pool. When class would start, he'd hop out and sit on the side and write down notes, although today would mostly be just a lecture.