In sight of the more than previsible repeated dousing, the Professor's clothing was simpler and easier to take care of afterwards. The bandages have been discarded as well, this time substitued by scandalous amounts of makeup. Their face seems possitively artificial, and carefully so. There's still a shimmer not unlike that of scales underneath if the light reflects just so, and their facial shape is slightly different than the first day. Flatter, somewhat. With the artificial expression, the shades and the long fangs showing when smiling or talking, they could very well look like a devil. To anyone but a devil, that is.

They are somewhat sad at finding that the writing implements they left behind by mistake are no longer there. Well, at least they weren't all that expensive nor important, and were already in part replaced in advance. Yet another lesson in paying more attention to the surroundings. The mood was improved at the sight of the Clay Substitute, expecting some more Academic versus College shenanigans, and greeting the most likely very temporary teacher warmly before going to the place they took the previous class.

This time they notice Thursday sitting by their side, and offer a polite greeting with a rather tense smile, not because of lack of sentiment but because of the many layers of chemicals on and around their lips. The tone is warm, though.

"Good morning. I'm afraid we didn't talk last class. I am known as the Chimeric Professor"