x KAEDE MORI // short people short tempers

saying "if you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe" oh yeah, dont threaten me with a good time. its a hell of a feeling though, alright, alright

On the outside, Gunner's eyes were alit with a burning anger, narrowed to slits and eyebrow twitching with irritation as Professor Mori opted to answer a text before responding to his demands. Inside, however, he was already getting that gut wrenching feeling that he got whenever he was about to take a test. There was one good thing about being bad at expressing emotion: his face didn't easily betray much past being pissy.

Mori, thankfully, didn't take much time at all to send the oh-so-important text, before he greeted the young, fumming man. Being called "Mr. Brandt" was probably up there for one of the more teeth grating behaviors that all teachers seemed to share like some sort of bizarre hivemind, and every time it happened he nearly vowed to get his last name changed too, just to spite his past. He didn't, though; in some ways his surname was the one last standing pillar of remembrance towards his disowned family.

He said nothing, doing his best to keep that thin glare locked on Professor Mori's eyes as the psychic blew the crumpled remaining flakes off of his desk, the thin wisp of smoke between them dancing wildly and dispersing into the air. He felt not a shred of sympathy towards interrupting Kaede's lunch, though he twitched uncomfortably at the way one of the chairs behind him shifted noisily.

Gunner grunted in reply, swirling on his heels to snatch the chair and pull its back right up to the desk, flopping into it backwards with a huff. Already his mind was going into panic mode, and the action of dragging his seat over definitely didn't buy him enough time to cope with the pop quiz plopped in front of his emotional turmoil.

Why.

He loathed that word. He had gotten ever so slightly better at explaining himself, but that didn't make the sensation of doing it any less like pulling teeth. His first instinct was to brush it off, and as he sized up Professor Mori (for probably the thirty-second time) he got the urge to just outright attack the teacher-- something encouraged in class, and most assuredly unencouraged by his anger management therapies.

Instead, he stopped gritting his teeth, and rather than doing the smart thing and simply explaining himself, which wouldn't have been too hard except for the mental barriers he was always tripping over, he resorted to a more direct approach.

"Well, 'cause if you don't, Professor, maybe I'll just blow the whole place up," he sneered, feeling the rush of hot blood through his forearms, threatening to set ablaze to his clothes. He kept himself in line, if only to keep from damaging his dwindling wardrobe. "Or just this office, your lunch and your face." For all the fighting he did, he still hadn't mastered the art of trash-talking.

He much preferred biting to barking, as it was. "Just change it and do us both the favor," he insisted, clutching the top ridge of the seat's backing, peering over it with all of the threatening poise of a chicken about to cook itself.

x KAEDE MORI // gunner continues to be unhelpful

saying "if you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe" oh yeah, dont threaten me with a good time. its a hell of a feeling though, alright, alright

Gunner was fairly chuffed at the way that his Professor-- soon to be ex-Professor, he corrected-- nearly choked on his food at his attempt at strong arming the teach into just doing what he wanted. Judging by the fact the answer wasn't an immediate, alright, alright, he shouldn't get his hopes up that it would be that easy. Maybe he would have to actually set fire to something besides the piece of paper that would dictate his immediate future.

As Professor Mori's reply began, a bit of his ginger hair fell into his eyes and he took to trying to blow it out of the way. "Hmph," he grumped at the 'understanding' and 'empathizing'. Yeah, sure. That was, after all, only what basically everyone said. The student shifted in his seat uncomfortably, debating what to punch and or set on fire first while Kaede shoved more of his lunch hastily into his mouth and chewed over the rest of his reply.

See, the fire type had a sneaking suspicion from the very onset that trying to "talk" with his Professor wasn't going to get anywhere, namely because Gunner and talking didn't go hand in hand very well. In his experience, the only thing that went well was hands in faces-- and usually that meant breaking half the bones in his hand. Actually... No, that wasn't much better. Fire and faces went together well though. The smell of burnt hair was good enough torture for most...

Pulled out of his train of thought, Professor Mori surprised him for an instant by saying he would change it, only to add that painful if that made the faint flicker of hope that spread in his widening eyes sizzle out and his lids grow heavy over his sockets again. "You say that like it's my fault," he replied sharply, sitting up just a bit straighter, resting his elbows on the chair just so he could throw his palms up towards the ceiling.

"I did just fine in my other battle classes! They passed me just fine," though that had been beginner classes, and Gunner himself had yet to show proper control over his temper, much less his actual abilities. "So go ahead and preach on about how you want to help me or whatever, I don't like you and you don't like me, why the fuck should I have to play nice just so you can save face?" He spat, projecting a huge amount of defensiveness all over the situation. Sure, he probably could have admitted his own flaws and downfalls, but that was dangerously close to having to accept help.

So far, every person that meddled in his life had only made him want to explode more, and he certainly wasn't about to sign up for a secondary therapist in the form of the class he once had enjoyed back when he was a freshman. He was being perfectly rational in his distrust, in his own opinion.