The first thing Brian noticed when he entered the classroom was the utter lack of furniture. Save for a desk. And a box at the bottom. And a box on the top. And a professor man leaning against the desk with the box on it. Oh. Professor man. Yeah. A greeting of some sort should happen at some point. Was it his fault the man was weirdly attractive? Yeah, nope. He was gonna do the greeting thing.

"G'morning, professor," the boy grinned, before depositing himself on a particularly fluffy cushion. And narrowly avoiding getting stabbed with a nametag. Pulling a pen from his pocket, Brian scrawled the information that these professor people usually needed on a nametag. Much easier with a pen anyway.

For now he'd just look around and see if Timmy had arrived yet.