Post by Sven on Jul 12, 2009 3:04:39 GMT -8
A lone man walks silently through the corridor, his hands busy wiping on what seems to be a pair of spectacles using his dark green jacket. "My days...where oh where could it be." He whispered under his breath before spotting the toilet signs hanging at a distance. At least, from his view without his glasses, he could only see a blurred version of it...
The black-haired teacher, upon seeing his (blurry) destination, Anthony entered inside of what he thought is the men's toilet. "Since when does it smells so nice here..?" Shrugging his shoulders, the teacher then places his glasses beside the sink, turns on the tap and wets his face with the rushing water...
...While never knowing he's inside the female comfort room.
The black-haired teacher, upon seeing his (blurry) destination, Anthony entered inside of what he thought is the men's toilet. "Since when does it smells so nice here..?" Shrugging his shoulders, the teacher then places his glasses beside the sink, turns on the tap and wets his face with the rushing water...
...While never knowing he's inside the female comfort room.
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