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"Hmm? Yes, I'm the art teacher."
"Am I too young? Possibly."
A small, short green-haired male, with the name of Gerald, set foot on the campus. "A lovely day, eh?" He muttured. His voice was a bit high also. It made you wonder; "what's that kid doing here" and "he must be one of the teacher's children". But in all reality, he was the teacher. And he really was one of the teacher's children.
Ike's. No, Ike didn't get lucky and have a child of his own. He was kind enough to adopt the boy, and to Ike's... Ike's and Gerald's luck; they look alike. And to add even more irony, Gerald followed Ike's footsteps and became a teacher at the young age of 18.
"People are going to ask who I am. People are already thinking that I am in grade school." Gerald thought and shrugged. "'Are you related to Matsuke-Sensei?'" He mocked the commentary he woul regularly receive. "Pssh. To a certain extent, I am." He responded to himself and carried a laptop case over his shoulder. "Ike gave it to me. He says it was one of the most important things to him... why, though?"
"I followed Ike's footsteps because he is my father. Not biogical, though..."
"You say I look like him?"
