[center][color=2F4F4F][b][h1]ADRIK KAMENEV[/h1][/b][/color]
[sub][color=2F4F4F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Break Room
[color=2F4F4F][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=2F4F4F][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@Liv]
[color=2F4F4F][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]Elena Kozlov; Open [/sub]
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[color=708090]"Hmmm...coffee's a bit cold today."[/color]

The seemingly innocent comment escaped Adrik's lips shortly after sipping the latest brewed up batch from his mug. He was leaning with his back against the edge of a counter in the teacher's break room, a coffee mug in one hand and his phone loosely held in the other. He'd been idly scrolling through his newsfeed before taking a sip, but the surprising chilliness of his drink had stolen his attention. He actually didn't mind iced coffee at times, but his cup was just plain cold and bland, as if it had been sitting out for awhile.

"You sure about that?" An older man asked, another professor at the school much like himself. The man, Dima Krupin, was pouring himself a cup of coffee as well from the same pot Adrik had used, but it was clearly piping hot as steam could be seen emanating from it.

[color=708090]"Huh. I suppose 'hot' is just a little too cold for me these days."[/color] Adrik joked with a tired smile. Subconsciously, however, his hand gripped the handle of his mug tighter. The coffee wasn't warm at all, it was damn near frozen. For several days now, he'd experienced bouts of chills like this that honestly made no logical sense. Ever since that night with the car...damn it, what the hell was going on? It worried him, but it wasn't like he could tell anyone what was happening to him, and he didn't have the faintest clue of what he could do anyway. Though, perhaps he deserved it. This could all very well be the start of a punishment he believed he'd had coming to him for years now.

"Ah, so tough," Dima responded dryly, "You know, my first class will up be up soon. I'll have to ask the kids in it when they decided hot coffee was the new iced coffee."

Adrik just shook his head.

[color=708090]"I don't know how a man in his mid-thirties is still considered a kid,"[/color] Adrik scoffed. He took another sip of his coffee, but grimaced, then made his way to leave. It would be for the best if he showed up early to his own class, he figured. Though once exiting the break room, he found himself nearly running into another person who was about to enter, though he was aware enough to stop before they could crash into each other.

[color=708090]"Sorry, seems I'm in the way...oh, hello, Mrs. Kozlov. Or do you prefer Elena?"[/color] Adrik's tired smile returned as he nodded at his fellow teacher to greet her. He noticed she seemed...about as tired as himself, actually. Which was strange, in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

[color=708090]"...Tired as well, huh? Long night?"[/color]