Just Another Thread Involving Snot

[Trevor Paige]

"Dammit Tyrone." Trevor muttered, shaking his head. There was always something going on at the Academy. He supposed it was probably a good thing this didn't involve bodily fluids of a different sort. He chuckled lightly and nodded, the image of the cantankerous janitor being forced to clean the terrible mess bringing him no shortage of joy. "At least there are people paid to do that." He commented idly.

"How about you just take the cookies down to the infirmary." Trevor offered after a brief moment's contemplation. He wasn't really much on cookies, if he were to get a batch he'd probably end up giving them away, lest they sit on his kitchen counter and go bad. "I'm sure there's no shortage of sick kids that could use their day brightened a little." And if it made him look more selfless and kind, well, that was merely a bonus.

[Charity Croft]

Charity laughed a little at Trevor's assertion, before nodding. "Yes, there are definitely people paid to do that, and they're probably better suited to it too," though Charity was considering grabbing cleaning supplies and attempting to tackle it herself. Except, well, she had a lot on her plate: all those training files to preview and... and she really didn't want to get anywhere near a room that had recently been painted in snot.

Soon enough, she was letting out a squeal and hugging Trevor. "That's just so thoughtful!" she practically squealed again. She gave him a squeeze. "You're a very thoughtful young man, Mr. Paige." Charity nodded and then released him. "Though I'd probably have brought cookies there anyway, I'll make sure that people know they're from you."

Charity added a wink and did a little finger gun gesture toward Trevor. Then she nodded again, before pulling out her phone. "Oh boy, I've got to go!" she put the phone back and nodded again. "I hope to see you around, really, but I've got meetings to attend and such. It's been a pleasure meeting you." She extended a hand for one last quick shake before taking off, as though the hug hadn't been contact enough.