31_days | [March 27, 2007] [Princess Tutu] The World's Friendly Lesson In Humility

Title: The World’s Friendly Lesson in Humility
Day/Theme: March 27. sometimes when the wrappings fall, there's nothing underneath at all
Series: Princess Tutu
Character/Pairing: Autor, mentions of Duck, Pique and Lilie
Rating: G

Autor smiled smugly to himself as he finished getting ready in the morning. His ascot was neatly tied around his neck, his jacket pulled perfectly straight. As for his hair, there wasn’t a strand out of place. He pushed his glasses up his nose as he took one last look at himself in the mirror, and then with a satisfied ‘heh’ he grabbed his book bag and marched out of his house and down the street to the school – making sure to keep perfect posture, of course.

As he joined the throng of students heading to their respective classes, he knew he stood out of the crowd because it was obvious that he had everything together. Most of the students had at least something that kept them from perfection. A female art student wandered past him, slouching and covering a small yawn. Autor could see one of the ballet students wandering around the campus– a brunette boy that had a tendency to be a bit slack-jawed. He stared up at the clock tower with a look that was either confusion or simple stupidity, rubbing at the back of his head. His shirt was also buttoned crooked, Autor noticed.

Over to his left, he saw (with some annoyance) that three of the ballet students were wandering in his direction.
“Oh hurry Duck, hurry!” The blonde one of the girls said, jerking her red-headed friend towards the school. “If you’re late, you’ll be put on probation again, or worse, you’ll be forced to MARRY Mr. Cat!”
Duck stumbled in the blonde’s grasp, squawking out a retort.

He smirked, shaking his head. Autor had always thought to himself that the name fit the girl rather well – she was so clumsy, she might as well have webbed feet. Why, just the other day—

TRIP. TUMBLE. OOF!

Sometimes, when you’ve got your nose stuck up into the air, it can be hard to see where you’re going. Particularly when you’re traveling down a slightly steep hill, and there’s a crack in the pathway.

Autor rubbed his head, dazed for a moment. He could hear a few of the students snickering. He quickly stood up, readjusting his glasses and doing his best to collect his dignity. As well as his books, which had flown out of his book bag during his tumble down the hill. He did his best to ignore the laughter, as well as to look as though he didn’t care about the grass stain on his crisp white uniform pants.

His books carefully returned into his book bag, he continued on towards his class…but this time, with a much less smug look on his face.