Ah...yes. I remember.
"It definitely was. You did show that apron who was boss..." Shou's eyebrows knit and he gave the man a sympathetic smile. It was mostly for casting a glance at the bandaged hand, knowing something was wrong, and even partly for the joke. Though, being the man he was, he wasn't about to leave Arty hanging. He chuckled a little, convincingly at best, though his hand covered his face and tried to hide a remaining smirk right after. It wasn't malicious, by any means. More so...mischievous? Curious? It reached his eyes. "Nice to meet you too, Arty. You've been around the class for a while, yes? Since even before me, I think...Well, all things aside. My name is Shou. Incidentally, I'm actually a professor at this academy."
He retiringly shoved his hands into the pockets of the black trousers he wore, before casting another look at his bandaged hand. "Burn yourself, Arty? Hold on, I might have something for that..."
Having walked alongside the man to the bus-stop, just a little bit away from the parking lot, he fished out two things from his shoulder-bag. A little red lollipop gripped firmly between his slender fingers, which he unwrapped immediately and stuck between his lips. It was strawberry flavoured, tied with cherry for his absolute favourite. He also fished out a mint-green sachet and transferred it to his right hand, smirking up at the red-haired youth before shaking his outstretched hand at last, and simultaneously placing the sachet into it. The packet itself would, if the man so cared to read it, read a foreign-sounding name, but also underneath, provide a little description, "For the treatment of: cuts and burns, and to soothe rashes".
It sounded like the salve from some miracle-herb, but in fact, Shou knew his medicine. It wasn't a particularly popular brand among the others at the market, but judging by how many little sachets that were still in Shou's bag, maybe five or six more, it was evident he trusted the brand with his life. Or, at least, the burning of his hands.
"Here. Try this. It should help your hand. I usually bring a lot because I'm a terrible cook as well. It helps burns...sometimes I wish I could just spread some on my cakes." he laughed bashfully here, a little embarrassed about how he was notorious for burning things or undercooking things, and nothing in between on most occasions.
"I'll see you next Saturday then, Arty?" Shou noticed a bus approaching, and instinctively stepped back on his heel. Roads made him a little nervous, though he wouldn't admit it. "Was a pleasure, Arty. I'll be seeing you!"
And with a little bow, lollipop held in place and words a little slurred due to that, he gave the man a final glance, and a smile, before turning on his heel to be on his way.
His next location, as usual, would be the Mochavine. They brewed his favourite coffee, and usually he'd take it black. Sometimes he'd grab a cup to go early in the morning before coming in to work, and it wasn't uncommon for some of the older professors, especially the women, to tease him about it. They always seemingly enjoyed that, for some reason, as they drank their own teas.
Shou didn't hate tea. Not at all, actually. He preferred it green to most other types, though was open to trying more. His tea was like his wine.
Getting into his car, it was a champagne green Ford Explorer, so quite the comfortable ride. Fetching his sunglasses from a compartment in the ceiling of the car, he reversed out of the parking lot, and onto the roads of Shine City itself.
It was a beautiful city, really. Shou couldn't think of a better way to enjoy it than with some ska, summery and upbeat.
It didn't take too long (thankfully) before the young professor walked through the doors of the Mochavine Cafe & Bar, shoulder-bag still where it was on his left shoulder and him fiddling with it just a little as he stepped through the doors. His eyes scanned the area and located whom they were searching for almost immediately.
"Ah, Rosanna. The usual, please." he bowed his head to the woman with the dark hair, and gave her as bright a smile as he could manage without his coffee. The days dragging on really pulled a number on you, whether you were teaching or otherwise.
"...and maybe one of those new cakes you got in, recently. A strawberry cheesecake, I think there was? I'll take one of that. Thanks!"
And with that, he sat himself down at a table beside the window. He always loved watching the city go by, and enjoying a nice cup of coffee and usually a book. Today, he was going to enjoy some more pages out of a Dan Brown novel he hadn't finished yet: Angels and Demons.
