Adresin laughed, looking behind his back to see if anybody was following him. He stopped, bumping into a strange surface.
"What the hell?" He said, looking up, only to be met with his father, blood draining from his face, "Oh, uh, hey coach."
The large elf let out a growl, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I-uh, I can-I can explain." He squeaked out, shrinking in his place, "I was just, getting ready for…track?"
His father sighed, patting his son on the shoulder.
"What did I say about stuttering, kid?" He asked, a smirk, almost identical to his sons on his face, "And stand up, you're gonna hurt ya back."
Adresin let out a relieved sigh, running a hand through his hair.
"Nice job in the biology room, now I gotta clean up your mess." He joked, shoving his son lightly out of the way, "Now get back to class, and be home before dinner!"
The ravenette watched his father go, nodding to himself, before searching for Marlowe.